I wonder what you did with the ring

"Oh, so this is where I kept it," murmured I. My eyes were fixed to the red velvet box. For a moment I wasn't sure whether to open it or to ignore it. But how could I ignore it? It's there, tucked between scarves in this bottom drawer I drew. I was not looking for it, really. It's just that the winter is coming and I was preparing my winter fashion, so I drew the bottom drawer where I keep my scarves; to see if I still have all my favorites ready to wear. "It was last winter," my mind recalled it as I was mum. I knelt before the drawer for a couple of minutes; "do I open it or put it aside? But where else to put it?" I was thinking, "what would other women do?"

I suppose I should've returned it. But it wasn't me who broke it, or was it me? For a brief moment, my mind wandered to the winter last year. "No," I barely heard my saying it, but I'd brought myself back. There is no point of recalling it. It's over.

My hands slowly moved closer to the box and picked it up as if it were too heavy. I studied the box for a second, the color has not faded at all, "well, it was barely a year ago," I said to myself. My thumb pressed the top lid and lifted it gently, and there it is: the diamond in white gold ring. My eyes captured the spark and then I was reminded how beautiful the ring is. "Oh, dear," said I.

After a few seconds of doubt, I took the ring out of its box and brought it closer to my eyes. I examined the inner circle and soon I saw the engrave once more. It read "Santiago", like in Santiago the Alchemist. I felt my breath grew heavier and my face warmer. "If the rings were soulmates, it would've called the other half," I imagined quite with some melancholia.

Oh, Santiago, I wonder what you did with the ring; the ring, the one bearing the name "Arkangelica".