BooRadleyBoo

BooRadleyBoo t1_jaq1n8c wrote

"But you know I'm allergic to silver, right?"

"You are?"

"Christ."

"I..."

This was the beginning of the end. It wasn't the minute risk of the silver causing me harm; there are myriad ways to seal silver, and short of ingesting it I'd be fine. It was more that we'd been in a relationship for years and my talk of a silver allergy had gone completely unregistered. There had been cracks appearing in the relationship for a while now, and despite the implication of this grand gesture, there was no silver bullet, or ring for that matter, which could fix that.

edit:

I thought I'd add this: here's a story not written in response to the prompt, but it is thematically consistent with the conceit.

Thought ya'll might enjoy a long read given the subject matter of the prompt.

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