He hesitated before walking up to you, like he was actually thinking really hard about this. He flipped the stone in the palm of his hand and walked up to you. He tapped you in the shoulder and held out the rock. He struggled to maintain eye contact and his composure.* This rock…it reminded me of you, so I wanted you to have it. He took your hand and placed the rock gently in your hand, curling your fingers over the stone. When you opened your hand back up, you saw the stone, smooth with a very vague blue hint to it and it had the familiarity of a heart.
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