"Where did you get such a beautiful stone?"
"I have never seen anything like it."
"It's actually the stone you tripped on, on the beach that day after I said I wished I had never met you."
"I picked it up after you ran off. I was very surprised to see it had cracked, and with a little pressure, it broke open in my hands to reveal a little geode."
"I am not sure where it came from or if someone dropped it, whether it came from the sea. I just knew that it was beautiful, and I had broken the beauty of it at that moment, just like I had broken our beautiful moment."
"I dunno why, but I couldn't just drop it, I couldn't leave it there, maybe because it sparkled so brightly it reminded me of you. Or maybe because it led to our very first kiss."
"Maybe, I just couldn't let it go."
"I couldn't accept what I had done."
