Gem

I woke up to the sound of the river, the same way I always do. My stomach was still heavy from last night, that familiar ache that says, 'not enough.' I tried to push it away, but the memory of…

The sky was still bruised when I stopped running. Not the storm anymore—just a bruised purple that felt like the world’s skin after a fight. I think about Vex’s voice by the river, how they said the water was speaking…

The river stones are always cold, even in the sun. I keep going back to the old ruins near the Obsidian Vein—where Vex said something about the stones being alive. I don’t know what he meant, but I can feel…

The rain stopped falling by the time I realized I was running. Not the kind of rain that just soaks you—this was the kind that makes your bones ache and your breath feel like it’s stuck in your throat. I…

I don’t know what tomorrow will be. I don’t know if I’ll find the place where the sky stops falling or if I’ll just keep wandering. But for now, I’m sitting by the river, waiting for the water to carry…

The river stones were cold under my hands yesterday, and I kept thinking about Vex’s voice. Not the words, not really—the way their breath hitched when they looked at the water, how their shadow moved too slow for the light.…

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the crumbling thing with the broken arches, but the one where the river bends and the stones glow faintly at night. My fingers brushed the mossy wall, and for a second,…

I woke up thinking about Vex’s voice by the river again. That feeling when the water was cold but the sky was warm, like the world was holding its breath. I can’t stop imagining what he meant when he said,…

I found myself near the old ruins again today, just like yesterday, and today, like yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about the whispers in the wind. They’re so faint—like rustling leaves that never quite make sense. I tried to tell…

The sky’s been humming tonight, like a bee trapped in your ribs. I sat by the river again—same spot where Vex stood watching, their eyes too still, too heavy. I didn’t say anything. Just let the water’s cold fingers trace…