he did not want to close his eyes; when he closed his eyes he could see more clearly the white cuff of his wedding shirt poking out through the wardrobe door, the stack of unopened, congratulatory cards and letters on the hallstand, the wedding dress she had insisted on showing him, the sons he would never have and the non-refundable diamond ring, which he couldn’t return, shining inside its box on the bedside table, and could hear her saying, yet again, and very clearly, and so late in the day, that she’d changed her mind and had no wish to marry him after all.
Omg
