The Filler

The Bvlgari ring I was staring at seemed to be calling to me through invisible sound waves or something, because my soul felt connected with it. I had never been a huge fan of wearing rings, but this one could be a definite exception. 

"How much for this one?" The salesperson standing behind the counter pulled it out of the display case and looked at the price tag attached to the back. 

"Thirteen hundred and seventy-two." 

"I'll take it." 

Shopping was my pastime of choice whenever I needed to forget something. The previous week had been filled to the brim with nothing but drama, and now that things were beginning to settle down again, I was more than ready for things to return back to normal. Thankfully, I hadn't seen much of Jason since he went to my room to apologise, so my mind finally managed to catch a break from the constant overthinking that would result from him pushing me into corners with his knee pressed up in between my thighs or something.