A week after
the anonymous post,
Christopher Park finally drags himself to class, despite a raging hangover and a new appreciation for how bullshit this rain is. For some reason, he finds himself stopping just before he crosses the Rainbow River to reach the lodge. Normally a pleasant little stream, the river's swollen with rainwater, and is rushing hard enough to keep shifting in size.
Chris can't explain what drives him to walk down to the water, but he spots a rock which washed up on the bank. It's reddish and heart-shaped, worn smooth by the river and just small enough to fit comfortably into the palm of his hand. When Chris picks it up, it's oddly warm to the touch. When he squeezes it, he feels a strange sense of relief, like
everything is going to be okay.(If he shares the rock with anyone else, they will just see a reddish river stone, with an asymmetrical, naturally-formed heart shape. It will not feel warm except from any absorbed body heat. It will not give them any strange emotions. It doesn't feel special to anyone except Chris.)
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