She kept him in her pocket. Wherever she went, she could easily reach in and let her mind be sucked into the weight of that thought. That little stone heart. She would smile and think about how his own smile used to mirror hers. How their white teeth reflected each other, letting out youthful giggles full of life and bursting with joy. No matter what they did, it was an immense feeling of happiness that exuded from that smile. “Here, do you want this?” She forgot where he said he got it. By now, she had forgotten a lot of things. Maybe it was Sedona or something. But he gave it to her. His little stone heart in different hues of blue and green and pink. It became her drug. The smooth surface whispered to her. She hated the feeling at first, but it was the most she had felt in her entire life. She began to fall in love with her sadness. Never before had an emotion squeezed her heart so tightly. So whenever she needed her fix, she wallowed in him. And she could never let it go. Because it might have made her sad, but that sadness made her feel the most alive she had ever felt in her short life.