He walks into the apartment and quietly closes the door behind him, twisting the ring around in his pocket, feeling more ecstatic and confident than words can express. He pulls the ring out and squeezes it tightly in his palm, swallows hard and walks through the door into the bedroom.
But she isn't alone. He remembers the man; they had been to the same party a week or two ago. No words are said. One golden ring falls from a sweaty palm and bounces across the cool floor. Two mouths gape in horror. Three gunshots are heard by other tenants. The sheets aren't white anymore.
Hey, this is the Seven Deadly Sins Blog challenge, day 5! Only two more to go, which doesn't leave a lot of time to give a bunch of huge thanks to Ms. Antimony over at Thoughts, Musings, and Broken Promises for hosting this spectacular and fun event! If it finds your fancy, please, feel free to leave thoughts in the internet form of "comments." I hear they're all the rage these days. I know. I'm hip!