![]() ![]() “But… I want you to know you can know me…” Changed to the point where White Diamond wouldn’t pick him up with a smile that reeked of bitter hatred. Meeting his other half was nice, very much so, but the memory would continue to haunt the young boy’s thoughts in the future. He could just imagine Star’s gem half standing there with a vacant stare that still held so much appreciation and love. “.I don’t need you to love me, I love me…” Maybe, singing it to him would help things change for the better. The younger version of himself was yet to have invented this song. Steven continued to walk across the long distance away from Star. He jumped in fear at first, but stars soon filled his gaze. “I don’t need you to respect me, I respect me.”Īs soon as he began to sing, the boy turned to him with wide eyes. Then, he strode over to the other slowly. He closed his eyes and felt as the pink glow faded from his skin and back into his gem. When his younger self tried to speak to his mother again, he decided enough was enough. All he could do now was base his actions on his feelings. He opened his mouth to question the butterfly, but it had flown away. Among looking down at his fingers, he realized that he, too, was pink and glowing. Just now did he realize that it was pink and glowing. “You have a good excuse to change the past. Finally he brushed his fingers over his gem. Then, “.Mom was Pink Diamond…” could be heard in a much more shallow, depressed tone. “I’m Pink Diamond,” He said with confidence. He had straightened his posture and even forced a fake smile onto his features. His attention turned to his past self once again. He was shocked that it would even suggest such a thing. “Change the past,” It whispered to him as it flapped its wings. He held out a finger to it, forcing himself not to flinch as it landed on his fingertip. A silly thought came across his mind as a butterfly flew above him. Everything indicating that he was still so young would fade, leaving him with nothing but the stress and exhaustion from everything. Soon, his entire childhood would be gone. Nowadays, he wished that he had listened to her more carefully. Back then, he took these words for granted. Garnet always told him that some things should stay mysterious and unknown. However, he didn’t care about everyone.Īs the younger version of himself muttered things to himself, a sad smile came across Steven’s features. Calling him caring would be a huge understatement for him. Tell them that they could get through anything as long as they tried their hardest. Even though he was faced with a new challenge everyday, he would light up the room with that childish beam of his and tell everyone to remain optimistic. He was friendly, gave everyone second chances, and was a hard worker. One of a child who was forced out of his own childhood way too early. However, the tense aura around him along with the tears sliding down his cheeks as he tried to seem more ‘elegant’ told another tale. He was small, had chubby cheeks, and even liked all the things most kids liked. While most children his age worried about doing homework and completing their chores, he was worried about saving the entire universe by dismantling an empire that had been around for a millennia. There stood fourteen-year-old Steven Universe. Seeing such an expression on the face of someone so young (a child, at that) was enough to send shivers down his spine. His eyes were so sad, filled with a guilt that should have never been his in the first place. ![]() Steven watched from around the corner as he strode to it and stared at his reflection. “Pebbles, make me a mirror,” The boy demanded, only to hesitate and speak in a much softer and politer tone right after. There was a terribly recognizable pink gem planted into his navel. A young boy, wearing clothes that were way too similar to what his mom would wear. All he could do was pause when he saw him. Steven’s stomach filled with dread the moment he saw a door close in the corner of his vision. ![]()
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