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Xavier zipped behind a tree a peered around it in silence. He glanced at Stevie on her knees, sniffling and wiping her eyes. Steve was standing next to her, reaching a hand out to her.

"We live on an island, Stevie," Steve said crouching down to be eye level with her, "I'm sure he's still around."

"I sent him away. He's not coming back." Stevie said.

"You're being very back and fourth." Steve said.

"I-I just got mad and he's probably not coming back."

Xavier hissed in annoyance and zipped away. He stopped right in front of the ocean. He looked out into the rising sun, the heat burning his cold skin.

Xavier turned and looked at the ground.

Who did she think she was? Sending him out, almost killing him. Blaming him for her father's death even though he was just doing his duty in the end. And now she's missing him. Caring for him. Did he care? No, not at all. He didn't care about her, Steve or their father.

"Xavier." A voice hissed.

Xavier turned and saw the enderman standing under a tree.

"Whyyyy arrrrre yoooo nooooot wiiiith Steeevie?" The enderman asked.

"I no care about Stevie." Xavier said plainly.

"Yoooo noooo that's nooot truuuue." The enderman hissed.

Was it? It wasn't true. He didn't care for her. She didn't care for him either...

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Hey people! Ok...so, I really feel like this book is screwed up and REALLY don't want to keep on writing. So...if you feel the same way as me, don't comment, but if you feel otherwise, tell me please

-Hearts and no motivation,
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