"Ok, you can move now. Just adding a few final touches."

Amethyst hopped down from the stool, ruffling the hair of the toddler at her feet.

"Hey bud," She mumbled. He followed her to Vidalia's side.

"I'll add it to the collection." Vidalia placed the portrait with the other paintings of Amethyst crowding the room. "How about I make some noodles or something? Fun fact, artists get hungry too." Amethyst nodded, following Vidalia and her look-alike son into the kitchen, where Vidalia proceeded to put water on the stove to boil.

"So, how's life?" She asked as she sat down.

"It's... okay. Fine." The gem gave a half-hearted smile.

"No," Vidalia frowned. "It's not. You know, don't you? I can tell when you're upset."

Amethyst shook her head, her hair falling into her face. "I'm fine. It doesn't matter how I feel. It just matters how Rose feels!" Her cheeks darkened as tears trickled down one side of her face.

Vidalia sighed. "Amethyst, of course it matters how you feel." She turned off the stove and removed Sour Cream from his chair. "Wait here, 'kay?" She disappeared, and came back with no child. "So, when did they tell you?"

"They didn't," Amethyst whispered, burying her head in her arms.

"Huh?"

"They never bothered to tell me at all!" Amethyst yelled before breaking into sobs. "They never tell me anything and then they expect me to be fine when something horrible happens!"

"Oh boy..." Vidalia stood and went to comfort her friend. "Talk to me. I wanna know how you feel whether they do or not."

"I...I feel like they don't care about anyone but themselves and Rose! I-I feel like they don't even want me here! I'm only here because ROSE wanted me to be! I hate Pearl! I hate Garnet! Why can't I just disappear!? Them everyone would be happy!"

Vidalia wouldn't tell her that she didn't mean it. She'd figure it out for herself in time. Instead, she just provided verbal and physical comfort and lots of tissues.

"How'd you find out if no one told you?" Vidalia dared to query. She knew that letting everything out was the best course of action.

Amethyst had calmed down quite a bit. She took a deep breath and spoke. "Well, I saw Garnet go into Greg's van, and they shut the doors. I only listened in 'cuz I heard him crying. She was explaining what would happen. To him. Not me."

"You're gonna tell them how you feel."

"What? How?"

"Just do it! Don't sugarcoat it. Don't cry. Just say what you have to and walk away. After that, just focus on forgiving them."

"But... what if I can't forgive them?" Amethyst murmured.

"You will eventually."

The two sat in silence, Amethyst contemplating how she would tell them, before Vidalia spoke up.

"Ya know... if you did disappear, it would totally suck for me. I can't imagine having to start painting Professional Beach Hunk Gregory."

At this, Amethyst let loose giggling, and it turned into a fit of laughter where the good kind of tears form waterfalls on your face. It took he a while to regain her composure.

"Ahh, thanks V, for giving a crap."

"No prob."