Personal Narrative Fiction

“Connie?” He asked, voice soft. He took a step towards her, hands outstretched, but was not expecting her to move back. Her body was stiff, fraught with tension, the circles under her eyes highlighting her exhaustion. “Connie, it’s okay, I’m here.”

“It’s not okay!” The words twisted from her lips, simultaneously choked and angry. There was a storm of emotions brewing within her. Anger. Despair. Joy. Relief. Betrayal. “It’s not okay, Steven! Do you even realize what you did?” She couldn’t continue, breathing shaky as she did her best to fight back tears.

He was looking at her like she was insane, brow furrowed in confusion. “I had to. They were going to take everyone. They were going to take you.” The thought of Connie, his Connie, stashed away in some human zoo horrified him. His stomach rolled at the idea of her being stowed away, forced to live some scheduled life light years away from him. Being forced to participate in the choosening. It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair, to put his friends in that kind of situation. To put Connie in that situation. And besides, everything that was wrong had been his fault, so it made sense that he had to pay. It had
Stevonnie? Jam buds? I believed in us, Steven, but you gave up and went away with them! You just….you could’ve been killed.” There was a crack in her voice, hands trembling. The Crystal Gems had been all too aware of that possibility, and their fears only fueled her own. While he was gone Connie pushed herself to the brink, doing everything she could to help them find him. Sleep had become a forgotten luxary, and it usually wasn’t until she nearly passed out that she was forced to get some rest. Even then, her thoughts were filled with horrid nightmares of Steven dying. She would wake up screaming and sobbing, reaching for a fading image of him. Now...now he was standing in front of her and acting like what he’d done was no big deal. But it was. “And I could have lost you,