Hey guys, hopefully you are enjoying the revisions, some things will stay the same however many things will be either added in to make sense or changed completely
~Merome_shipper
This goes out to the fbi agent watching me type <3
Steve's POV
I gave a soft groan at the light filtering through my closed eyelids and rolled to my other side in hopes of making it go away. I tentatively reached my hand out, however disappointment filled me even more when I opened my eyes to confirm that Herobrine was not in bed with me. I slowly sat up from how stiff my backside was and frowned while looking around my room.
He was nowhere to be seen. Not even a note from him either.
With a small sigh I slowly got out of bed and after a good stretch I made my way to the bathroom to wash away the dried sweat from my body and quite hopefully, the memories of yesterday.
As fast as I knew it hours had passed while I preoccupied myself with things to hopefully remove just how used I felt. I gave a retreating glance outside of my window, longingly watching the sunset. The stupid warmth in my chest slightly dwindled and it caused me just a bit of discomfort, I shook my head at it, why should I care anyway? This mark gave me false feelings and false hope that just maybe...maybe. My loneliness would be filled..Even if it was with him.
I tore my gaze from the captivating sun and cursed silently as tears stung at my eyes, I wouldn't cry. What good will that do? Instead I wrapped my covers around me and laid down, burying myself onto my bed and shutting the noise out as I forced myself to fall asleep.
Two days.
Two days without any form of communication, without a single check in. Without a silent hello. All from the god who placed this mark on me. I had stopped feeling upset and in its place was the anger. It wasn't anything to laugh over, Herobrine was a dick, I concluded. I would only see him when he needed a quick fuck and he'll vanish. I sighed from the spot I stood beside the furnace in my kitchen. My eyes looked down to the potato I was currently cutting and sighed, by now hating the silence my home brought and yet even the jukebox I had was beyond repair so not even music had filtered through my home.
"Agh! Damn.." I cursed, putting the knife down and bringing my thumb to see the slight cut I had accidentally given myself. Pouting at the soft line at blood that had rushed to the surface of the small wound. I placed the side of my thumb to my mouth and sucked on the wound while I turned towards one of the chests I kept in my kitchen with a first aid kit inside.
"Are you alright?" A cold shiver ran down my spine as I withheld the urge to jump in fright upon hearing his voice from behind me, I only shrugged before turning around, not making eye contact and instead pulling my thumb from my mouth.
"Nothing a band-aid won't help, it's just a scratch really" I rushed, silently cursing myself for saying too much and placing the first aid kit on the table so I could retrieve the band-aid I needed. Once it was on securely after a small wash of my hands, I turned back towards the potatoes that needed to be diced. A thick silence wrapped around the two of us before Herobrine finally spoke again.
"Do you mind if I stay tonight?" He asked, not moving from the doorway of the kitchen. I froze at the question, confused as to why he even asked that in the first place.
