I float in the tunnel of light, my long hair billowing in the wind that is being carried along with it. Tears continue to roll down my cheeks as the scene of me sending Lapis to the ground plays in my head.

I grit my teeth as I hear the gem crack as it hits the ground. I clutch my stomache as I pant. My vision blurs and my forehead throbs with an aching pain. I squint my eyes as another image flashes by. My hand curls into a fist, crushing Pearl's gem back on the beach.

I stomp on Peridot's gem with a twisted smile on my face. Last but not least, the Rubies that I've shattered hours ago. I poof them before I simply step on them. If I didn't shatter them, I most definitely cracked them for sure. Eyeball stares at me with a grimace as I appear on the warp pad at the barn.

"I've been waiting for you." Eyeball's gem flashes for a moment in the moonlight. I gape with my eyes widening in alarm of her sudden appearance. She facepalms, looking down. "How could you do such a thing?" Her voice is shaking, so I embrace her to help her feel better.

The next moment isn't that pleasant. Out of nowhere, which I should've seen coming, Eyeball shoves me into the ground. I land on my back and I gasp. The broken record of a single line blares in my head. "CORRUPTION WILL FOREVER BE HER CURSE!" Wait a minute. I remember that line!

"CORRUPTION WILL FOREVER BE HER CURSE! CORRUPTION WILL FOREVER BE HER CURSE!" I cover my ears as I stare up at Eyeball. She shakes her head and she places a foot on my gem. The record subsides as soon as she does.

"Corruption will forever be her curse! Corruption will forever be her curse! Corruption will forever be her curse!" I pant as she presses her foot down on the gem. "Eyeball, I was just going back to the cabin to unlock the door."
"Were you?" A figure emerges from the shadows.

My jaw drops the minute Rose's concious steps onto the warp pad alongside Eyeball in a dress. Rose's dress. It looks...absolutely ridiculous! I snicker at the smaller version of Rose's dress on Steven's body as she folds his arms. "What's so funny?"

I shut my eyes, facepalm as I burst out in laughter. For a moment, I'm not in a dire situation between two Gems that I would consider as family who want to shatter me for what I did to them. I am in the temple with Pearl knitting a Rose Quartz dress small enough for Steven...or even me to wear.

I look up from my book to watch her humming to herself as she ties a string of white thread through a needle. Even though the detail on it is amazing, the funny part is this. "Pearl, what are you making?" Pearl stops for a minute to look up and she notices the smile on my face.

"Oh. Um..." Her cheeks turn bright blue. A beautiful blush indeed. She immediately goes back to work. "Well, Amethyst, I'm making a dress." I narrow my eyes, folding my arms.
"A Rose Quartz dress?" She growls. "That's right. It's a Rose Quartz dress."

"Why are you making one?" Pearl breathes in through her nose and then out again as she focuses on her side project. "Amethyst, I just like making dresses, okay?"
"Pearl, this is the only dress I've seen you make."

Should I tell her that it looks great? How would she react? What would happen if I did? These questions were given to me at the time this has happened. Looking back on it, I regret that I never told her. Once again, the memory becomes another part of the Pearl and Amethyst comedic routine.

Instead, I said this. "Who is it for?" Pearl immediately looks back at me. "Well...it's for...um..." She goes straight back to the project, working with a diligent grace. A part of me actually wanted her to say my name. But when she simply said "Steven", my heart sank and my eyes welled up.

I put the book down and I sulk off to my room. All those times, I just should've said, with a blindfold over my eyes, three meaningful words. I love you. It pains me so much to say that to her. I hesitated for too long and look at what happened.

I only spent one night out of thousands in a love relationship with the Gem of my wildest dreams. And that was it. I stop laughing as a sharp blade presses against my neck. Blood doesn't pour down it, but heartbroken tears from a sad dream.