The clock was ticking. He had to rush it. There was no other way. Their world had to be fixed before it was too late. Still though, the stone couldn't help but blame himself for not being able to communicate better.
"I am sorry.You must have been in alot of pain. Its all my fault. I made you struggle in confusion. I am sorry i couldn't make you happy.....
All my efforts are meaningless now that you are not by my side.....
Sigh, Autumn is almost here. Would you bloom on me again. I am always here for you. Won't you come back now? " Autumn came. Then the spring followed, but his moss never found her way back. In his agony, he kept rolling on and on without ever catching a breath weathering himself to tiny soil particles, barren and lifeless.
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