Second Chances

She never regretted it. anything.
She was decisive in every action she took, yet there was something that unsettled her.
Some word spoken, long ago, the fire of which was dead and the ashes blown away. She tried to reason with it, to justify herself. She tried to escape from it, with no avail. She regretted it , the one thing. She wanted life to be simple and live it simply. The thought descended upon her like a black cloud, it consumed her. She never believed in second chances, but she wanted one, desperately.
She was always of stone and she knew that. She knew she could never be loved, and she could live with that. But that was until she had a pet, the jewel. It loved her unconditionally. But emotions were unknown to her. She never asked to be loved, but still got aplenty from the jewel. The feeling was addictive, ecstatic. But her roots never changed. It was her precious, only hers to admire and to own. But the jewel was not stone like her, it had a heart, and a soul. It gave her its love, and now she wanted to control it, wanted all for herself. The price she paid to learn that she could not own a heart , and a soul was that in itself. In a frenzy of anger she cast it to oblivion and cursed it for being so.
When the looming dark clouds had passed ,she felt a change in her a loss. She realized that it had changed her. She was not of stone anymore. she felt. She wanted to escape, to be stone again. She wanted a second chance. But she never believed in them.