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Steven was sitting on the edge of his bed. He didn't just try to kill White, he didn't shatter Jasper. He was Steven Universe. he didn't hurt people, he helped them. Yeah, everything was fine. He was fine. He got up from the bed and practically yelled. "I'm fine!" The glass broke after that and he could hear perl screaming his name. Oh no.
He frantically looked everyone as if he was searching for something. What could he do? Oh stars. He...ugh! He put his hands on his head tugging his hair a bit. No, no, no. That wasn't happening. He wasn't pink. He hadn't hurt anyone. He...No...He was pink and he hurt others, even if it wasn't on purpose. He didn't want to hurt anyone else.
He slowly turned towards the door next to the broken glass. Maybe...His hands lowered to his sides and he looked arround, making sure nobody was there yet. He needed to...He raised his hand towards the door. Wait...what about talking to them? He shook his head. Bad time to do that. He opened the door and outside leaning in the balcony while looking at the beach underneath him. Maybe he needed to..have a time for himself.
He sighed and jumped falling gracefully towards the sand. He was...free? He took off the only slipper he had left and left it there, before he started walking. He took one final look at the temple. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe he'll come back. He smiled and kept walking. He had no idea where he was going, but he didn't care.
Suddenly something filled his chest. Something good. He had no idea why, but he felt...great. He chuckled and started running. Maybe He just needed to...detach for a bit. He laughed and started spinning and, at the end, ended up laying on the sand looking at the sky. He had no idea if he made the right choice, but it didn't feel bad either. He turned his head to the side and the laughter slowly died. He was ok...
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