he drew over my surface half realizing half hoping to touch my core. he drew his heart with the dripping blood from his cut vein. As if he knew it s a spell to move me, to bring me to life. I was moved. My core started to beat a little. And he started to pour his blood that slowly strongly pushing running through my surface and feed my core, that it beats faster and faster, greedily absorbs the life brought in by him.
what we didnt know that, i own his life now. to be free again, he will have to break me apart, as i was merely a rock he stumbled upon and fell for, and now i am a gem with his heart beating inside.