The Truth ( Steve x Herobrine )

“Come on, come on, and give me something good!” I whispered
to the fishing rod I was pulling. It seemed to have caught something big and
I’m willing to take anything right about now. There hasn’t been enough food for
the village and most of us are sick of eating only carrots. We are clearly
suffering a dark time and if I could at least feed most of the village if I
catch this fish.

“Come on!” I yelled as I pulled the hardest this time.

My body seemed to fell back and the rod broke. Looking at
the broken piece that fell in the ocean in astonishment and then I noticed the
huge wave that was making its way to shore. Fear took over me. I didn’t care
about the fishing rod anymore. Hell, I didn’t care about fishing either. The
sand seemed to have sucked my feet to the ground and I already saw my life
flash in my eyes. What’s to lose? You’ll
die anyway in the village.

Hope was not a thing I took fond of. The villagers seemed to
take it to another level of praise but I just saw it as a simple emotion.
Something you decide to believe in.

But here I am. I’m in the verge of dead and being a
hypocrite.

Fucking carrots.

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