Malachite

Let’s be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs, lungs, lungs.
Malachite screamed in rage, trying to pull themselves free from their watery prison as Malachite increased the pressure of their ocean chains. Pull, push. Push, pull. Back and forth, a constant tug of war, a never-ending battle.
The appearance of Steven had only fuelled the rage and determination of the two forces. Pull pulled harder. Push pushed harder. As days blurred into weeks, weeks faded into months, and months blended into years, the pushing and pulling never stopped.
Malachite was sick of it.
“Let me out you brat!”
“I’m never letting you go!”
Back and forth, to and fro. It didn’t stop. It never stopped. It wouldn’t stop. It couldn’t stop.
Malachite couldn’t stop.
It was a constant battle.  Both sides were tired of it, but neither would give in, not now, not after so long. Malachite knew that stopping would end in destruction. In rage. In fire. Stopping would mean the end of one of them, and the lucky one would die. Neither of them wanted that.
Malachite was united in one aspect. Fused in the desire for continued existence, however bleak said existence would be.
“Why do you keep us fused?”
“Steven needs me.”
“Why? What makes you think that brat cares for you?”
“He saved me. He freed me. Now I’m saving him.”
“By trapping yourself.”
“…”
A surge of hope from the Jasper cortex.
“Yes.”
“So why won’t you free yourself? Get revenge on the Crystal Gems, who trapped you in that mirror and left you for dead?”
“Because you’re worse than that. I can’t let that happen. I WONT let that happen.”
A sharp pull. A harder push. Malachite screamed in rage.
And so it continued. Push, pull. Pull push.
This is the road to ruin
And we’re starting at the end.