I saw another Morganite today. I know what you're going to say. 'That's crazy. There can't be another one. There's never been another one,' but she was there and I saw her, standing with Goshenite like they're best friends now, even though I love her and she's my friend.

Maybe you're going to say that she's a different gem, that there's no way I saw her clearly enough, but I did. She was a little peach-orange thing with my eyebrows and my hair, but in white.

She was small—she grew smaller as she coiled into Goshenite. She held onto her dress. They stared. I bet she thinks she's so cute, with her gem in her stomach like she's so fucking special.

I want to eat her, photon by photon. I want to steal her body. I want to crawl inside her. Does she know? Does she have to touch? Did she hear it like I had screamed? I wanted to. I wanted to scream at her.

Goshenite beamed something into me. She knows what's going on. Typical. Her knowledge, her message, it hit me in the back of my mind where I can't unravel it. But I feel it along the nape of my neck, white hot, a lump. I scratch it sometimes, hoping to make it burst. She burned something into me. She altered me. Her third eye did.

Help me