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All Steven saw was black. A vast, empty space, filled with nothing, until he caught sight of something, It was green, had shape, and was getting more familiar by the second. Peridot! He recognized. She wasn't larger than her normal size, just wide eyed and scared. But what he didn't realize was that he was moving closer to her by the second, traveling faster and faster. She and him were millimeters away from each other. He thought he was going to crash, but instead, he slowed down. His arms outstretched, bracing for impact, but instead of hitting her, his body phased into hers, not fusing, but seeing into her existence. A whole rush of emotions flooded into him at that moment. Hate, love, annoyance, depression, anger, all piling onto Steven in a pulsing, pained wave. Memories, experiences, lifetimes, working, non-stop serving for a purpose, not understood, but done anyway, and undying loyalty pushed out of line by the touch of a familiar hand. It felt suffocating, those emotions. He felt the core of his existence mix with hers, ripping, draining, hard, tugging. His subconscious wanted to stay connected with his being, but Peridot's being, fiercer than the hottest fire, would wrap it's strings around Steven, firm and unmoving. He struggled against them, but to no avail, nothing happened. That tugging feeling finally ripped. A part of Steven was left in the vines. The push that was bringing him forward was the only thing to push him out of the soul and mind bending experience. With the last string coming undone, Steven blasted away from Peridot, a new feeling resting in him, and an old feeling leaving him. He glanced back to Peridot, who looked horrified and gaping in fear. He didn't know what just happened, but it felt like he was a completely different person. An ebbing pain resolved in his head and naval.

"Mmmmmmmm….. What happened?" He groaned. His voice was different, more nasal? He raised a hand to his forehead, searching for the source of the pain. Expecting to feel a normal forehead, he ran his hand over it. But instead of feeling normal skin, he felt something hard. It was cold, and by the feels of it, was triangular….

His eyes shot wide open and started to panic. He lifted up his shirt, but he had not expected to see that there was no gem in sight. He gasped in horror, and then suddenly lost his worry, a fake reality setting in his mind. But I've always had a gem on my forehead. Why am I surprised?

Peridot groaned. Her head and stomach hurt very bad. That experience had left her mind and emotions scrambled and flooded. She felt like she wasn't herself at all. She remembered Steven, or the silhouette of him, slam, and somewhat mix with her, and then the pain, the ripping, the seperating, and the memories, oh! The memories. "What in th-" She immediately slammed her hands to her mouth. Her voice…. Wasn't hers. She ran her hand down her body, looking for any other changes, and when she got to her stomach, she felt a gem, a pink one. And somehow, it didn't surprise her, at all. That's right. She thought. Mom's gem.

And soon after, all drifted away to the sounds of early morning.

Heyyy guys! I'm here again! I know it's 11 o'clock but I can't sleep. I hope you are enjoying my story so far!

Have a great night!

-Snowy