Ella's POVI opened it carefully, peeling back the paper to reveal a small velvet pouch. Inside was a pendant. The stone was amber, a warm, honey-colored gem that caught the candlelight and glowed like captured sunlight. The setting was simple silver, slightly tarnished, the kind of thing that had clearly been loved by someone else before it found its way to me. It was not expensive. It was not new. It was perfect."I found it at a thrift store in Cobble Hill," Noah said, his voice almost shy. "The woman who sold it to me said amber is fossilized tree resin. It holds things. Insects, leaves, pieces of the past. She said it was a stone for keeping memories."I closed my fingers around the pendant, the warmth of my palm heating the amber. A stone for keeping memories. The irony was so sharp it almost made me weep. He had bought me a stone for keeping memories, and I was the reason he had none."Do you like it?" he asked."I love it," I said, and my voice cracked on the last word.
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