How long had it been since Herobrine had talked to me? It seemed forever, though I never could understand time here.
When he stopped talking to me, I flew around less and less. I no longer found joy in doing twists in the air or seeing how many flips I could make before hitting the ground. What was the point, when there was nobody to do it with?
I also noticed the air changing. It was getting cold, so cold. I had never experienced temperature change before, and cold was new.
He built a little house out of endstone, a house with no entrance or exit. Most likely to keep out the horrible cold that had taken over the End. Once, when I was feeling braver than usual, I listened to what was happening inside the house, and I would hear a crackling noise and loud swears. It scared me and I never went near it again.
Did he not care about me anymore? Does he not remember the fun times we shared when he first got here, when I was teaching him? Was I just a tool to get what he wanted?
I had too much time to think, and tears appeared on my face more and more often. Tears, a foreign concept. Why would I be sad, other than abandonment? Too much time to think, too much thinking, nothing to do.
It was so cold.
So cold.
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Respawn
FanfictionLiving a life of isolation is not fun, and Maria knows that from experience. Her whole life, or the life she remembers anyway, she has been pretty much alone. All she wants is some variation in her life. Herobrine was a normal person, living with...
