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As the evening was just about to 

set, Christopher saw his friend 

from

afar and called out "Augstus, Hey 

Augstus". Augstus with a sharp 

turn saw his friend, "Oh hello 

Christopher I was just on my way

to buy Katerina a ring". Shocked 

yet hurt Christopher kept a 

straight

face of content while smiling at 

his best friend. " Well that's 

fantastic". As the two made their 

way to the nostalgia shop on 

campus.     

The store filled with old antiques and trinkets. As they entered the store 

a rusted antique typewriter caught Augstus' eye. He viewed the thing as 

it had been missing from his life but with only enough money to buy the 

ring for his true love he went to look for the ring. But Christopher with a 

mischievous look on his face grabbed the typewriter and was able to slip 

out of the store without being seen. Augstus had finally found the ring 

he was looking for and he bought it and was on his way with no sign of 

his best friend. 

"Hello love I'm home! Look I wanted to talk about something" said Augstus 

as he entered the home he shared with Katerina. "Oh please tell me it's not 

true" the look of confusion on his face told the truth. "Christopher told me, 

everyone is looking for you. You stole the antique typewriter for the 

nostalgia shop." The look of shock on Augstus' face embraced the true 

betrayal he felt. Augstus knew exactly who framed him, and with a leap he 

began to run towards the headmaster's office to prove his innocence. He 

arrived too late as he entered the office. The Headmaster had already 

found him guilty. With that, the pain set in as he grabbed his belongings 

and began a journey with the lonely ring settled in his pocket. 

8 years later

He settled in a Small 

town in Kansas, the 

lonely writer and his 

collection antique rings. 

After the altercation at 

the institute he became 

somewhat of a hermit. 

The night was beginning 

to set when Augstus 

stood up and reached 

into the jar and took out 

a brown sack.   He sat 

down at the table and 

began to empty it. The antique rings fell out of the brown sack like a 

waterfall, he began to run his fingers through them. He counted every 

stone and lavished at every twinkle in the ring. The Lonely mad man with 

the typewriter they called him. He was surrounded by so many people like 

Hazel Pond but yet never felt more alone.

"Hey big brother" said David as 

he slowly stumbled into his 

brothers house. "Well I would 

be surprised from a visit from 

you if it wasn't that you came 

to borrow money everyday" 

Oliver said in a sarcastic 

manner. With a lift of an 

eyebrow David began to speak 

"Oh wow as if I wasn't the one 

hiding your little secret" Oliver's 

shoulders bunched as the topic 

made him uneasy." Fine what 

else do you want David? "That 

new car would be great". "Well, take it" Oliver said with a hint of anger in 

his voice. It bothered Oliver that David held his secret marriage and child 

against him. The child who he never saw sat at home with her mother 

Clara. Life for the two was a constant struggle. Clara was a young girl 

when she had her child but also being a constant embarrassment to her 

husband took a toll on her life. 

The Lamborghini sped down the 

road until it came to an expected 

stop, David had hit a tree! It was 

a sudden shock he ran his hands 

over his legs to make sure he 

was okay. He stumbled out of the 

car, he continued to walk and 

found himself at a house with 

maroon trimming. He walked 

through the house and from the 

corner of his eye he saw a shine.  

The curiosity in him peaked as he began to walk towards the shine. He 

found the antique rings that Augstus kept and in a sudden rush of 

adrenaline David grabbed the sack and ran. After a quick bite at the diner, 

Augstus made his way home. He walked through the front door and was 

caught off guard by a ring on the ground, he picked it up. He rushed to his 

collection and figured out they were all gone. In shock for a quick second 

Augstus grabbed the phone is haste movement and called the police. After 

searching all night the police ceased to find anything, so Augstus decided 

to go to town again to see if anyone knew anything. 

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