Turning his head away from Connie's photo, Steven stared forward as the monotone sound echoed in his head, because of the phone, which could only mean Connie is not picking up.
"Oh, Connie..." He whimpered quietly. A sob was swelling up in his throat and he couldn't hold it any longer. He'd rather cry now and not later when the gems are here.
Turning of the phone, Steven was already choking on his own tears not holding back and trying to just cry everything out instead. Though he felt something in his throat. It was causing discomfort and slight pain. He was choking for real now. Coughing it up, he stared at what was not letting him breath, it were flower petals and a singal full flower, all sky-blue.
"Scorpion Grasses..." Steven murmured, "they are Connie's favorite colour." He picked up the petals carefully staring at them and then closed his fist tight.
He couldn't understand why that was happening.