Walking down a hallway

Walking down a hallway

I saw my friend

but my friend didn't see me. I spied on him from around the corner. God I could feel my stiches separating and it was agony but I needed to see where he was going. I followed

him , as he briskly walk towards an old, abandoned gas station.He entered through the front entrance and quickly bolted the door.I decided to

casually angle my approach toward the rusty cigarette vending machine next to the abandoned gas station's garage, to make it look less like I was stalking him. We were both still

technically betrothed to each at that time though it might be difficult to believe. I pulled the drawer & instead of cigarettes out popped a strangely engraved gold ring. He gave m

e a strange look with his bloodshot eyes and said "Put it on. It's the one ring I want you to to wear it." I slipped it on eyeing it. "Kinda plain." "Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!"

What the hell was he saying? "Is that Gibberish you are speaking?" He said it was Esperanto. I didn't know that either,I reminded him."You must translate for me!', I replied.

He looked nervously up the road and then back at me. He was standing right on the edge of a shadow so part of his face was bright and the rest was dark. He looked evilly happy.