Rose Quartz. The last face I ever see. Although that is not the last face I'd like to see. Citrine. Eudialyte. Montebrasite. Turquoise Pearl. Even Pyrope. Will they know of my shattering? Will they shelter the Pearls of my regiment? Will they defend my name? Being shattered isn't what I thought it'd be like I thought that it would all fade suddenly into blackness But, no. I just lay in Earth's grass, watching the sky turn dark I lift my hand to touch my gem It does not feel whole Then, I realize that there are shards around me They all stand out now, more than I thought I see the faces of my friends happy and gleeful Then, I see them responding to my shattering I want to be with them even in my last moments Humans call shatterings 'death' Rose Quartz. The last face I ever see. She shattered me as if I was nothing. But, then she realized who I was. She cried. I'll never have my own legacy as long as I'm dead. Then, I see something, for I am amazed. Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond. One last tear dripped off her cheek and she left. I see one someone. Violet Diamond. But, she's, she's gone. Her arms were spread wide as an embrace. She's welcoming me to the other side. It's time I go to the other side. Now, I realized where I am. My shards lay in the grass, soulless. Somehow, I begin to laugh and cry. I embrace Violet with tears. I'm on the other side. I will see you all on the other side.
