I've been pacing my bedroom all morning, trying to think of how I'm going to convince Kai, whom I've never touched in real life, to shake my hand. I've got one shot at making this work. Once I touch the stone, it's do or die.
My stomach is in knots. I keep going over all the things that could go wrong, all the things that could go right, and of course, if this is even going to work at all. At one point, I was convinced that this magical rock was going to save me. Now, I'm wondering why I ever thought shaking someone's hand while holding a rock is going to change anything. Am I really that naive? Has my sad, pathetic love life seriously come down to a rock?
A rock?
A rock...
The more I think about it, the dumber it sounds. The only reason I'm even willing to attempt it is be
