Angel Cup

Damn.
-What?
I cracked the angel cup.
-Don’t make too much out of it.
How am I to know that?
-Well, it’s just a cup.
Ya, but… it was a gift.
-From her?
Ya…
-But that’s history now, a long time ago, no?
Ya, but now it’s not…perfect, like it was.
-Perfect?
Ya, it fit my hands just so, and the angel…
-Reminds you of her?
Ya, and how we were.
Damn.