The Ring Buried Under Dried Succulent Soil
Language: en
I came home late after working overtime on Valentine's Day, only to find that the succulent Brooke and I had planted together three years ago was dead. She used to say it symbolized our love. Low maintenance. It didn't need much care to thrive. I knelt on the balcony, staring at the shriveled, blackened green leaves. Suddenly, I felt an urge to take a photo and send it to her. I tapped send. A bright red exclamation mark popped up on my screen. And then, I remembered. Two weeks ago, Owen, her childhood best friend, had brought over a cactus. He claimed that cactus symbolized his bond with…