Heyyyyyyyyyy I am an absolute mess today so beware. No smut in this chapter but angst and mentions of suicide. Read at your own risk. Thank you for all the support!

Connie was cold.

It was nearly 5 degrees outside and the insulation in their room wasn't that stellar. She rolled over, trying to find that familiar warmth she loved so much...

Only to find an empty, lukewarm spot.

Then she heard it. It was quiet at first. Just gentle shakes. And then it increased in tempo and force. 'Sobbing.' She thought pulling off her covers. 'He's sobbing.' Covering herself with a robe, she quietly opened the bedroom door to follow the sound of regret and shame.

Walking through the kitchen, Connie found she couldn't exactly decipher where the sound was coming from since it echoed through the house.

So instead, she followed the Rose Quartz glow.

He was standing on the balcony overlooking the garden. His sobs were shaking the deck and his tears were so abundant they seemed to water the plants below him.

Steven was drowning. Drowning in his tears. He just wanted to stop breathing. It was too much. Too fucking much. He let out another heartbroken sob, putting all his weight on the railing. It creaked as his weight increased on it, sounding as if it was also crying from a pain no one could begin to understand.

'I could jump.' He mused bitterly. 'I could jump and try to crack my gem. It could be over so quickly. The pain would go away.' He peered down at the garden and thought how he might try to land to inflict the most damage on himself. The flowers were sprouting again despite the chilly air. His magical essence providing them the power to bloom. No matter. They'll be dead by morning anyway.

It was her fingers that pulled him from his dark thoughts. The cold, gentle caress to his back. It was concerned. It was understanding. It was reassuring. He turned his head to catch her in the corner of his eye.

She was wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe that was loosely fitting and looked nearly 10 years old. Her hair was an absolute atrocious mess and her face was twisted with worry. He almost smiled when he saw she had one of his flip flops and one of her slippers on the wrong feet.

In that moment, she had the most raw unadulterated beauty he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. She was a mess, he knew. She was concerned and upset but more than that, god she was beautiful. Her dark eyes glittering like the Milky Way and her soft pink lips slightly chapped from the dry autumn air.... she was so fucking beautiful to him.

In a surge of emotions, he turned and pulled her into his chest, and Connie let out a concerned yelp.

"Steven!!!"

Silence.

"Can, can we just stay outside for a little while longer?" He hated how broken his voice sounded, but holding her, his heart dared to feel complete as he held her close to his heart.

"Oh Biscuit..." she wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled in. She sniffled and let out a little sob. "Of course we can."

So under the crisp autumn moon, the two held each other and cried.

Cried for each other

Cried for themselves

Cried for the things they witnessed

And the feelings they had

They sobbed for the living

And wailed for the dead

But most importantly, they cried together.

And sometimes, in the eye of the storm, together

Is all you can ask for.

Holy shit. I didn't think I had it in me.

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