Let Alone Count All The Freckles On Your Face
Steven hugged the bubble, wet tears rolled down his cheeks freely, and snot trailed down his mouth as his shoulders shook. He glances up at Garnet.
“Will she…ever be able to reform?” he asks, sniffling and trying to steady his voice. Garnet's heart hurt at the sight. She bent down and pulled Steven in for an embrace, the bubble in between them as well.
“Of course, she will. Amethyst is strong. Trust me, we will find a way to get her back.”
Steven clutched tighter to Garnet.
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Pearl wrapped her arms around her waist, steadying her breathing.
Her whip cracked as she became one big ball of lavender hair. With a whoosh, she zoomed toward Pearl, who dodged the impact.
Her legs buckled from under her and she landed on her knees.
“I am not going to let you stand there and remind me of everything I hate about myself!” another loud crack of her whip, wrapped around Pearl's spear. Purple flames danced down her whip and towards Pearl.
Pearl flew backward into a rough injector. She groaned as she shook, weakly propping herself up enough to look up at Amethyst.
“I never asked to be this way.”
“I never asked to be made!”
“Amethyst.“ Tears welled into her eyes, bringing her knees to her chest she hid her face with her hands.
“Oh, Amethyst.”