"Once upon a time...

There was a girl.

This girl, in every way, shape, and form, was the very definition of perfection. A perfect diamond."

"..."

"There was another girl, too.

She looked up the taller girl, this perfect diamond, and felt nothing but admiration and adoration towards the diamond. In comparison to her superior sparkle and shine, the other felt as though she were but a mere common stone. Something that was worth nothing, and not notable in any way, and would be forgotten about within minutes.

The common stone felt no evny towards the diamond. Only hatred at themselves for not being like them. Apathetic that they will remain and die as a stone."

"..."

"They would talk.

The diamond sharing some of her secrets with the stone. The stone, in turn, spilling out her heart to the diamond. Every fear, secret, and lie.

The diamond then shared one particular secret. That the stone meant nothing to the diamond. That the diamond felt as if the stone and her group of chipped gems were nothing.

The stone said it was fine.

The stone wasn't fine. "

"..."

"The stone grew to love the diamond, and even went as far to tell them as such.

The diamond rejected the stone. "

"..."

"Every day the stone spent with the diamond broke the stone even more. "

"... Remember this?" A soft female voice spoke out. You looked all around yourself, but there was only black. "I remember it. Those were the worst two years of my life. I had never felt more anxious or depressed I'm my life." You squinted in the direction of the voice, only to immediately relax as the girl walked out.

She looked relatively normal. If you had to guess, you'd say she looked around fourteen or fifteen. She had short blond hair, and black attire. You couldn't really make out what her clothing consisted of exactly; all you knew that you could only see her from the neck up. She had a small voice that seemed to be hiding some sort of greater confidence.

"I go by many names. Many, many titles, all irrelevant." She blinked slowly, turning to look at something unseen.

"You know me as the stone. A vocalist, pianist, flautist, and..." She stopped, her voice faltering. You went to go and comfort her, but you found that you couldn't speak. No matter what you tried, all that escaped your mouth was air.

"And as an author for small bits of story you love." Finally, you recognized her. She was... The author of the story. Right! How you didn't recognize her, it was beyond you. You went to give her a hug, and tell her that it was okay, but you couldn't move. You were forced to watch.

"I... I miss her." Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, the heat of them clouding up her glasses... You feel a strange sense of déjà vú. Have... Have we done this before? Can you tell me?

What do I know anymore. Obviously, nothing.

Well, I should tell you, I suppose. The diamond moved. I'm so sad, yet... Happy. Is that a bad thing...? I'm free from her, but she was also the reason I woke up in the morning to go to school... I feel so empty without her, to be honest.

I...

Oh my god.

I don't have anyone left.

All of my friends, they're gone!! I'm all alone...

I... Okay, okay. I'm strong. As a stone, I can become strong. A lovely person told me that obsidian is a type of stone... Obsidian is strong!!

I am NOT a stone ANYMORE!!

I don't NEED a DIAMOND!!!

I AM AN OBSIDIAN, AND DAMN IT, I'M HAPPY!!

Gosh...

Thanks, everyone. You provided something I didn't know I needed.

To everyone reading, new and old...

"Thank you." The girl gave you a hug, and then, you were suddenly back to where you were before, staring at your phone.