Tuesday

In all this Reality, I almost stop believing in Fairytales.

His thumb rubs reassuring over my palm but all I could feel was the pinch of his nails too hard on my skin.
I try to extricate my fingers but his grip is steady.
The bite from his fingernails digs deeper and I look down to push it away. I discover its not his nails, its a silver ring with a pointed dip in it.

Just like the one I should be wearing on my other hand.