>wurmy's rock collect fits in a 48 oz cup from a restaurant
>she went through some kind of spiritual phase and decided to pare down the physical things she held on to in life
>what's left are her absolute favorites from her whole life, each tied to a precious memory
>haven't asked to see them yet despite your interest since it seemed a deeply personal thing
>she's a wurm. obviously rocks are important.
>go to the beach together
>incredible rocks everywhere
>how have you never noticed them before?
>collect them all
>so so many
>your pockets are full, your backpack is full, her arms are full
>go back to her place to go through them, admiring each of their features
>feel kind of embarrassed but you really do like all of them
>the day is over. you go home to sleep
>visit wurmy's cove again
>all of your rocks are still there in a big pile, spoiling the minimalist feng shui she's got going on
>apologize
>she pets you and smiles
>ask how she decides which rocks to keep when they're all cool and special
>"These rocks are special because you have touched them. You may forget those that you leave behind, but you will always have touched them. The meeting is more miraculous than the rock."
>well... even still, there's some that are just better that would be a beautiful memento of the fun day you had with her
>make peace with most of the rocks and set them aside for another beachcomber to enjoy one day
>watches you quietly, pitching in comments when you want to talk about one
>get your favorites down to 7 rocks
>she gives you her special big gulp cup to put them in so you can combine your precious memories together
>this is the most intimate gesture that has ever been made towards you
>tremble and blush as you open it
>it's empty
>ponder this
>ponder deeply
>of course...
>the beach she took you to - that's her collection. you already saw it. the whole world is her collection!
>"I eated them."