She had not meant to break the world. Of course that's what anyone would say after finding out that they'd been responsible for such a thing - but she really hadn't. She hadn't even realized it was her fault until much, much later - when the pieces were floating happenstance about the universe, making that lovely little tinkling sound when they bounced together. At least that's how she imagined they sounded - everyone knows you can't hear anything in space.
At any rate - the world broke. It broke because as she was arguing, about what she couldn't even remember any longer, she made a gesture. Yes, a simple gesture broke the world. A gesture toward nothing specific, except maybe her girlfriend's stupid habit of rolling her eyes all the time. She gestured out of frustration and her ring, her shiny little inexpensive silver plated ring flew off of her finger. She didn't even notice. Neither of them did they were so busy spitting and gnashing and being just generally angry.
There they stood, arguing and pulling each others' emotional hair out as her sparkly little ring caught a tail wind and flew right up to the moon. Past a lost red balloon destined for Skenectady, a couple of birds destined for a new nest in warmer climates, past a couple of wishes floating their way to the stars and past the stars themselves to the moon.
