you hated admitting it, but you collected rocks that were bright with color.

you’d go to a creek and look for rocks that were similar to crystals and being them home, putting them into a wooden box.

your best friend, leonardo, was with you today. you trust him.

he always teases you, but today he was quieter as he looked through the creek with you.

you were about to give up, all of the rocks more neutral and not to your liking.

leonardo stepped in front of you and put a rock up to the side of your face by your eye, he seemed focused.