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The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the quaint town of Eldridge. Its rays filtered through the windows of the small cottage where Anna sat, staring blankly at the photograph in her hands. It was an old picture of her and her younger brother, Ben, taken when they were children, their faces alight with carefree joy. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, as if ashamed of showing any more weakness.

The events of the past week replayed in her mind with relentless precision. It had started with a phone call from Ben, his voice tinged with excitement and a hint of desperation. He had found an old family heirloom, a ring said to bring fortune and protection to its bearer, hidden away in the attic of their childhood home. Anna had been sceptical, dismissing his discovery as just one of his wild fantasies.

But Ben had insisted, pleading with her to come see it for herself. So, she had made the drive to their old home, her heart heavy with the burden of their strained relationship. They hadn't spoken much since their parents had passed away, their once-close bond frayed by misunderstandings and unspoken grievances.

When Anna arrived, Ben greeted her with a nervous smile, his eyes bright with hope. He led her to the attic, where he had laid out the ring on an old, dusty table. It was beautiful, an intricately designed band of gold with a large, gleaming sapphire at its centre. As Anna reached out to touch it, she felt a strange warmth emanate from the ring, sending a shiver down her spine.

Ben's excitement grew as he explained how he believed the ring could change their lives, bringing them the fortune they had always dreamed of. But Anna, always the pragmatist, scoffed at his enthusiasm, her scepticism turning into anger. They argued, their voices echoing through the empty house, each word widening the chasm between them.

In a fit of rage, Anna had grabbed the ring and thrown it across the room, watching as it clattered to the floor and rolled into a dark corner. Ben's face had fallen, his eyes filling with hurt and betrayal. Without another word, he had stormed out of the house, leaving Anna alone in the attic, her heart pounding with a mix of fury and regret.

Days passed without any word from Ben. Worry gnawed at Anna, her anger slowly giving way to guilt. She tried calling him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. It wasn't until she received a call from the hospital that she learned the truth.

Ben had been in an accident, his car veering off the road in the middle of the night. He was in critical condition, and the doctors weren't sure if he would make it. Anna rushed to the hospital, her heart heavy with dread. She sat by his bedside, clutching his hand and whispering apologies, begging him to wake up.

As she sat there, a nurse approached, holding a small box. "We found this in his belongings," she said softly, handing it to Anna. With trembling hands, Anna opened the box to find the ring inside, its sapphire still gleaming brightly. She stared at it, a painful realization dawning on her.

 

The ring had been more than just a piece of jewelry to Ben; it had been a symbol of hope, a connection to their family's past and a beacon for their future. And she had shattered that hope in a moment of anger.

Anna placed the ring on her finger, feeling the warmth spread through her once more. She leaned over and whispered in Ben's ear, "Please come back to me. I'm so sorry."

Hours turned into days, and Anna remained by Ben's side, her heart heavy with remorse. She prayed for his recovery, hoping for a second chance to mend their broken bond.

One evening, as the sun set in the same golden hue, Ben's fingers twitched. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at Anna, a weak smile forming on his lips. Tears of relief streamed down her face as she held his hand tighter, silently vowing to never let anger come between them again.

Years later, as she sat in the same cottage, watching the sun set, Anna looked down at the ring on her finger. She had learned to cherish it, not for its supposed magic, but for the lesson it had taught her. She had mended her relationship with Ben, and they had grown closer than ever, their bond forged anew through forgiveness and understanding.

But the memory of that fateful day never left her. It served as a constant reminder of the destructive power of anger and the heavy price it could exact. As the last rays of sunlight faded, Anna whispered to herself, "Only if I had known that anger would make me pay such a heavy price!"