Seven Days
The lump in my throat is hurting me as well, but it's just nothing compared to the huddled sorrow inside my body.
Sooner, when my face got soaked with my own falls of tears, I brought my hands in my face to wipe them away. But when I do so, I felt a cold metal brushed onto my face. I opened my eyes right away. My sobs stopped, then I straightened my fingers on my left hand and stared. There, I saw a silver ring on one of my fingers. This only caused me to burst into another melancholic tears. Damn this.
"Sing for me." I looked back on you, tardiness is plastered on my face. Your words doesn't sound like a pleading one nor a tone for asking a favor, but more like a command.