Keita frowned when her eyes registered the scene in front of her.

For context, Max had described a rocky waterfall, with gushing streams of water cracking against rocks. A glitterling blue dancing against a cold but inviting grey. Magical is what he called it; nothing short of the ineffable beauty of nature.

However, in front of her was auburn brown grass. Dead and cold and uninviting. The mis...

Keita had always detested goodbyes with her entire existence.

There was just something about them; something about the finality of them, how it felt like there was no return. The emotion sizzled in the air, weighing heavy, electrocuting those that felt it - those that were connected by it. She couldn't or wouldn't look Max in the eye even though his gaze burned a hole in the middle of both of he...

"That was probably the worst idea you've ever had," Keita's eyes widened as she looked around before looking up at him, "And yet it worked."

The purple jewel was sat - ensconced in its pillow - almost peering up at them. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to accentuate it as best as it could: the deep rays of purple, the glitters and gleams of the stone from the rays of light. It wa...