Scaramouche looked at his shelves. He had an entire shelf dedicated to the little gifts you gave him.

He walked over, picking up a specific one. It looked like any ordinary rock, but if you turned it a certain way, you'd see a hole in it. And in the hole, there were tiny purple crystals.

This was the first gift you ever gave him.

He remembered how happy you looked and when you declared to give him more so that he'd have a little collection.

He wanted more of your gifts. But, they would never come.

He sat on his bed, his room feeling more cold than ever as he closed his eyes and clutched the rock tightly.

"...Why did you have to be mortal..." He muttered.

"Why..."