Kiara opened the box slowly, the light catching on the emerald that sat at the center of the antique setting. The ring was beautiful, the kind of piece that once felt like a promise, a symbol of their future. Now, it felt like a cruel reminder of everything she had been forced to let go of.
She closed the box, her breath unsteady. It was time to get rid of the past. The ring, the city, the job—everything. She didn’t need any of it anymore. With a deep sigh, Kiara made her decision. She would sell the ring. She was done holding onto what no longer served her. It was time to move on, once and for all.