Trey
All To Myself – Marianas Trench
Just shy of one point four million bucks for a ring would have once been a number I respected purely for its weight, for its financial gravity, for the power it represented in rooms where power was measured in what a man could acquire and how easily he could do it, but standing here now, watching my wife in the morning light with that same ring resting against her skin as though it had always belonged there, I knowwith absolute, immovable certainty that it is the single best investment I have ever made.
If she asked for it all… I’d give it to her.
Push over.
Shut the fuck up.
I’m actually relieved they stopped talking about that “uncut” shit—I was two seconds away from losing it. Not for the reason they think, either. I’ve got something uncut, but that’s for my wife… and only my wife.
Focus motherfucker.
Jesus.
The tattoo pros. Piercers. Whatever the hell they’re called—there has to be a proper name for that.
Professionals?
No.
Sadists.
Yeah. That tracks.
Christ, I’m off track.
Where was I?
Wife.
Wifey.
Her ring.
And then my brain goes somewhere it definitely shouldn’t.
Other rings.
Her other rings.
Fuck.
She stands at the window, her back to us, her silhouette softened by the pale gold of the Nevada sun as it rises over the city, her fingers resting lightly against the glass as though she could feel the life moving below, the endless current of strangers and noise and freedom that exists without her, and even from here I can see the way her shoulders hold themselves, notdefeated, not resigned, but quietly aching in a way that makes something corrosive spread through my bloodstream.
Las Vegas stretches out beneath her. Wild, chaotic, fueled by alcohol and drugs, adrenaline and traded fortunes.
And my wife stands above it.
The ring on her finger catches the light.
My chest tightens.
We’re up here when we should be down there—making mistakes, doing reckless honeymoon shit, losing ourselves in each other.
You almost lost her… do you really want to risk going out there? Out there with them?
