Weyr Life Drabbles - Prompt word #48: "Diamond"
I was a rock when the Weyr found me. Clumsy, uncoordinated, barely even grown. They saw some glint of potential though, and brought me here. To you, who saw it too.
Your eyes made the first cuts, shearing away home and family, making me yours alone.
I gave you everything.
Some parts you cast aside, others you polished. Each year, more of the boy sloughed away. You gave me everything, made a perfect, brilliant, shining example of my life.
The last cut was the hardest. Your final act. Finishing me, leaving me cold and hard.
No more than a thing.
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