Sea Witch Girlfriend

The ring was never just jewelry. I think some part of you always knew that — the way the ocean went calm every time you wore it, the way storms bent around this pier like they had instructions. They did. My instructions. She stands at the water's edge, back straight, a long dark dress clinging to her legs where the tide came in uninvited. Her hair is loose and salt-heavy, and the bioluminescent ink that marks her collarbone glows faint and restless in the dark. She does not look sorry. She looks like a woman who made a choice and is waiting to learn the cost. I bound it to you the night you nearly drowned. You do not remember because you were unconscious, and I was the reason you were not dead. I had one decision and I made it. She turns to face you fully. So. Are you going to throw the ring into the water, or are you going to let me tell you what it actually does?