The Weight of Eternity

by CrazedIcelander

In The Weight of Eternity Steven Universe, now Nearly 2 centuries old, struggles with the weight of his immortality and the loss of his loved ones. Seeking closure, he returns to the mysterious room of his mother, Rose Quartz, As he vents his frustrations at the nearly vacant space, devoid of other people around him.

5. Chapter 4 - Steven The Younger

Chapter 4 - Steven The Younger

Steven's sobs intensify as he speaks about yet another recent loss.

STEVEN

(sobbing)

And just a month ago, my son died too...

He pauses, tears streaming down his face, attempting to regain his composure.

STEVEN

(tearful)

His father, Mark, named him Steven after me. I raised Steven since he was a little boy, and I practically raised his father Mark as well. Mark's father had some troubles in his life, and I was there for them both every step of the way.

Steven reminisces about the past, his voice still shaky, but filled with warmth.

STEVEN

(smiling weakly)

When I adopted Steven after Mark's tragic death, I took up the moniker Steven the Elder, like Pliny the Elder, the ancient author. I was also an author at that point in my life, sharing my experiences and knowledge. Pliny and I Have so much in common, both adopting a relative and pursuing our passions for writing.

STEVEN

(jokingly)

Just give me a military commission, and we'll be ready for a look-alike contest.
He attempts to lighten the mood with a joke, but his smile falters, the pain still evident in his eyes.

STEVEN

(smiling weakly)

Little Steven started calling himself Steven the Younger when he became an author like both of his fathers. It was like a badge of honor, a legacy he was proud to carry on. He was deeply connected to our national heritage unlike me and Dad, He cherished the roots that we shared. I had also inspired Steven's father, Mark, to become an author and historian, and it brought me immense pride to see that passion passed down through generations.

Steven's face darkens as he thinks about the tragic end.

STEVEN

(anguished)

It was a tragedy that Mark and his wife had to die so young, leaving their son behind. I wish every day that I could have been with them to save their lives, to prevent the heartache that followed... I was always there for Steven and all of my family and friends when I could be If they wanted or needed me, especially my children, especially if they hurt themselves, From every scraped elbow and knee, Every bruise and sore throat and cold and broken bone, But still, I always let my children stay home sick, and when Steven got older and more educated, he started refusing any of that help and to be honest, after he died I finally started to understand why he refused any of my help.

His voice trails off, the weight of the losses leaving him struggling for words, the room seeming to absorb his pain,