A Tiny Story To Hide My Pained Screeching

ALL 200+ OF THE NOTES IN MY NOTES APP HAVE DISAPPEARED AND HAVE YET TO RETURN AND I HAD A TON OF AU IDEAS AND EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NOTES AND I AM GOING TO

S C R E A M

MY NOTES

MY NOTES

MY BEAUTIFUL NOTES

JUST HECKIN VANISHED

WHAT THE

H E C K

*distressed wailing noises*

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Um, so...yes well, I am having quite the crisis as you can probably guess. In unfortunate reality, I will truly sob an ocean if those notes don't return, because nearly every story I've actually been proud of is on that Notes App and currently missing... Ugh, my phone has been so glitchy lately, hopefully it's just a quick glitch of terror and they aren't actually gone forever...

So um, I wrote a.... really random lil story to soothe my distress as I wait to see if my notes return, so y e e t-

[Also! Quick heads-up, since we've never actually seen Steven with any true eye color I headcanon he has these reeeally deep brown eyes, but I adore the 'Steven has pink eyes!' au and I once thought it would be cool if he had green eyes and so- boom! I created the au where he has one brown eye and one green eye and now I absolutely love it.]

Don’t look at me with those eyes

I tried to unheave the ties that drew him

He couldn’t be saved

A sadness runs through him

Connie eyed Steven, flopped on his bed in newly changed clothes since the ones he'd been wearing had gotten bloody after the last fight. Her gaze traveled from the bandage on his shoulder to the scraps on his knees to the cut on his chin that would certainly scar, to the bruises on his arms. She sighed heavily.

If only she'd gotten there sooner...

She blinked away the tears pricking in the corners of her eyes and glanced over once more when the sounds of movement filled her ears. Steven gingerly sat up on the bed with a few quiet winces. He spotted Connie and gave a small murmur of greeting.

Connie flinched when Steven opened his eyes. Horror rose in her throat and she clapped a hand to her mouth to avoid retching right then

and there.

“Is it that bad?” Steven’s tone was raspy and humorous. He gave her a weak smile.

Connie tried to speak, but found a fierce ache kept her words from escaping. Large tears welled in her eyes.

Steven frowned in concern and reached for her. “Connie...?”

Connie shook her head, visably distressed. Steven’s eyes had caught her off guard.

Oh, his eyes....

His beautiful mismatched eyes; pine green and chestnut brown.... They’d been changed. Morphed into a vibrant shade of maganta, gleaming so brightly they left a trail of color when he turned his head. Diamonds marked the middle of his gaze.

Connie collapsed into his arms, sobbing as though it was she who’d been changed.

“Sorry- so sorry, I’m so-“ She gasped out, her voice strangled by her tears.

Steven clutched her close with a rush of protectiveness. He stroked her ebony hair and wondered what on Earth could’ve happened to make his lionhearted friend sob in such a heart wrenching way.

Connie closed her eyes and tried to pretend that when she opened them again the strange normal she’d grown accustomed to would be there to greet her. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend like it wasn’t falling apart yet again.

Oh stars, how could she ever tell Steven?