A/N: I don't write often, so I'll have to ask your forgiveness if I don't update regularly. This is something I'm trying out, so please bear with me. Also, please feel free to point out any mistakes or issues with flow/pacing. I'm trying to improve my writing, so I appreciate constructive criticism.
Also, since I'm a music geek, I'm going to include recommended listening for each chapter - basically a song that I listened to heavily to get myself into the right head space. For the prologue I listened to Crywolf's The Home We Made Pt. II. Check it out. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I have no affiliation with Steven Universe. These characters are not mine. I just enjoy playing with them.
We Would Be Monsters Together
Prologue
There would be no escape for her this time. Pearl was cornered.
She turned quickly to see the lavender behemoth barreling its way toward her, blind with berserker fury. Reflexively, she summoned her spear, holding it at the ready as she had countless times before in situations such as this one, but as realization dawned on her, she allowed it to fall limply to her side and then to the hard dirt with a metallic clank. The weapon would be useless if she couldn't bring herself to wield it, and she knew she would not - not against her.
Instead, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing for what would surely be a mortal impact. Time seemed to slow as she faced her demise, accepting but not unafraid. The rumbling beneath her feet increased, the sound almost deafening as the distance between them lessened.
How poetic, she thought, that after having lived for several thousand years, after having found the courage to finally break free from a life of blind servitude, after having fought and survived a war, she would finally meet her end at the hands of the one she was sure she didn't want to live without.
The worst part of it all? The other gem would never know how she felt. She would never have a clue as to how deeply she was cared for. Pearl herself, had only just recently become aware that her feelings for the younger gem ran far deeper than she had ever dared admit to herself. That is, until she had been faced with the prospect of losing her.
And they had lost her. Amethyst was lost.
If she could have just told her the truth about how she felt, maybe she would have believed her. If she hadn't taken out her own insecurities on the other gem so often in the past, maybe she would have trusted her enough to just talk to her. If she had known how much she meant to all of them, maybe she would have understood that they really did think she was perfect exactly the way she was - that she didn't need to be 'better'.
She had replayed each scenario over and over in her mind, like a song stuck on repeat - everything she should have said and done differently to make her stay. If she had just relinquished her pride and allowed herself to be honest when it was most needed, she would never have let her just walk away from everything she cared about. She would have done everything in her power to save her, and if she were not able, at the very least Amethyst would have known that she was wanted, that she was loved, that Pearl would gladly sacrifice her own life to spare her this torment.
But it was too late now.
A single tear rolled down her cheek in silent mourning of all that could have been and now, never would be. With a final hope that Amethyst might someday find her light once again, she resigned herself to her fate.