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The night ended quickly. Tiredly sighing as I climbed into my bed next to a sleeping Eliza I lingered awake. My eyes constantly wandering over my nightstand. Holding the photo album Luna gladly let us borrow, I ran my fingers lightly across the cover. "Stone." In big red letters, she had specialized albums for each of her son's, Joss was given Iven's, and Abby, Levi's. Everyone already looked through the photos like spectators. But now, this is my first time seeing it, seeing him. Captivated by the beauty of not only this man, but the place by which he lived so confined, to the point he had to break free. I kept going, turning page after page I had to know if there was something I could possibly find to ensure that his existence wasn't just stuck in the past. And that's when it hit me, knocking me flat on my own two feet I ran to the dresser. Hurriedly picking up the journal. Yet this name, written across it in a squiggly cursive, was, "The Heart Of Stone."
