To love again

I watched him from where I stood, hell no I wasn't going with him. 

He stopped walking, bent down in a squat posture and picked up something I couldn't quite see. I watched him turn his head to look around before he got up and walked back towards me. 

"So….?" I was inquisitive and didn't get why he was silent.

He opened his right palm and I saw the marble sitting on it. The marble had a blue and white tint.

"This is it?" I asked, 

"How could something so trivial possess so much power?" I said, 

"The smallest things are the most powerful," He said, 

I turned to look around.

"It's so– ugly," I said, 

"Yes, purpose is what makes life beautiful." He said, still staring at the marble he held.

"What now?" I inquired.

"I take back what is mine." He said, 

"And the things hanging in the air?" 

"Each one has what is mine." He replied.

"Including your immortality?" I inquired.