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17. Steven, please.

And from that moment onwards, [Y/N] didn't sleep.

Her hopes of being reunited with Yellow Zircon had potentially- not proven of course- caused another kidnapping.

The Crystal Gems weren't around.
Greg Universe wasn't around.
Everyone mourned the bright ray of sunshine that was Steven, despite not knowing his inevitable fate.

Every day of Stevens absence, [Y/N] would write a diary entry. Tears sealed each entry, as her mother repeatedly reminded her it wasn't her fault.

But it was [Y/N]'s fault.

Her selfish desire to unify with the one she felt she loved.

And of course, with the disappearance came the rumours. [Y/N] could handle her own rumours- she had run away, she had killed herself, she was a ghost was a popular one for fucks sake, but the theories circulating Stevens vanishing act, disgusted [Y/N].

[Y/N] found herself unable to enter class rooms, anything joyous hurt her now, a child's laugh or anything remotely happy or 'Steven' aesthetically speaking, brought [Y/N] into pieces.

She found herself skipping more and more lessons, or just staying off if she felt she had woken up late, late being 4 minutes later than her usual awakening at 4am.

Admittedly, the worse thing about Stevens disappearance were the night terrors that often consumed [Y/N] when she least expected it.

[Y/N] had always found sleep a safe haven, whether it be from stupid things such as failing or flunking a test or whether it be much more seriously deep rooted ideologies such as emotional unawareness.

But now her safe haven had been infested with monsters of sorts, ranging from minor to major.

They lumbered around her safe space, [Y/N] couldn't help but praying for Stevens safety maybe for her own selfish desires, her monsters would perhaps be shackled and defeated by his return.

But his disappearance was triggered undoubtedly by [Y/N]'s escape and the guilt weighed down on her like an anvil on her chest, she was being crushed by the metal, the rust was gradually being spread to her, she was becoming heartless and cold.

"Steven, wherever you are, I you hear this and come home. Please." For the 14th consecutive night, at the exact time of Stevens disappearance, [Y/N] would find herself awakened by some unbeknownst force.

Not that she was complaining, anything to be free of the terrors reigning her mind.

But [Y/N] still found herself sobbing at the memories she shared with Steven, pulling her hoodie to her eyes she dabbed them pathetically and her whole body shivered.

It was a cold night. It was extremely cold.

"Steven, Please." By this point [Y/N] could hardly string together a coherent sentence and was relying on Stevens understanding nature to decode her murmuring.

The stars glowered at [Y/N] apathetically their haunting eyes starting her down, whispering it was her fault, even the sky darkened and furrowed its brows in rage.

[Y/N] had never felt so alone.

Slowly retreating to her room, the fresh singe of shame burned at her flesh as [Y/N] pulled on some shoes and gave one last inhale of the sickly sweet scent her room gave off, before gradually creeping down the hallway.

Nearing her mother's room, [Y/N] shut the door and whispered a 'good night' before proceeding to continue down the stairs and as soon as her shoed foot met the living room carpet, her speed was changed to a rampant run.