Made of Stone

What would it be like, to be encased in stone? To be trapped forever in this one moment of pain. I stared up at the man frozen in an emotion. The tears that flowed down my cheeks stopped, freezing on my face, as for one second I became a statue. Then… I moved, I shifted, I blinked. The tears were gone. I knew they would come back again, pain from such heartbreak does not simply disappear. For a moment, however, it had. I realized that I am not made of stone. I have the ability to continue on, to change emotion, to make new memories. I can keep breathing, and I will, because unlike the man before me, my existence in this world is not defined by this single painful experience.

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