FINISHED
Reposted bc fuck it.
I no longer associate with most of these stories and do not agree with what happens im them.
Short connected oneshots, some with shipping and some without.
A book of stories I wrote about Hermitcraft member's Minecraft...
I know this is bar, my vocabulary is relative small to be able to write drabbles well, but I had had to do something for this picture. ______________________________________
Fallen angel. Someone who had betrayed their ruler, and went against the law. Me. You may think I did something bad. Maybe I did, maybe I not, but the punishment will stay on me forever. The compunction, what I feel everytime I wake up in a morning from my restless seep, the remorse of leaving my friends suffer while I was free. Or was I? Deep down I never felt truly independent, the consciousness of letting people bear the pain from the evil labour I have no longer to endure. Deep in my soul I was suffering from more anguish that they ever felt, and I deserved it. ______________________________________
