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The Pain of Loss Epilogue thingy?

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Herobrine had been hunting for the past three or four hours. It seemed like years to him, however. Every day dragged on and on slowly for him. Just now he decided to stop his small animal-killing spree and head back to the place he called home.
       Suddenly Herobrine stopped dead in his tracks. There, in the space in front of him, stood a single red flower. He crouched to uproot the plant and did so. He carried the flower back to his home, one that seemed quite big for just one person to live in.
                                                   For a reason.
       Herobrine stopped walking and stopped at a grave, surrounded by red flowers just like the one he now carried. He opened his mouth and spoke for the first time that day:
                                                    “Hey, Steven…”
      He would always have these fake conversations with Steve. It helped him to cope with the empty, painful feeling he now felt daily. It helped him to cope with the fact that, yes, his brother was indeed gone. And he was never coming back.
      “I got you another flower,” Herobrine offered to no one, planting it with the others. He then sat on the grass next to the gravestone. He stared at the grass awkwardly for a while before he said, “Sorry I was gone for so long. I had… problems to deal with…”
       Like other Minecraftians. They'll never understand that I've changed since way back all of those years ago. And it wasn't even my fault to begin with, he thought. Herobrine studied the flowers planted near his deceased brother’s tombstone, all the same kind of flower. The ones that had been Steve's favorite when he was still alive.
      “I don't understand how you people function,” Herobrine said, again speaking to the empty air, as if Steve was there with him. He then smiled slightly. “Then again, you'd just tell me to try a little harder… if you were still here…”
       His eyes filled with tears. “You could’ve been a motivational speaker, probably. Instead of… staying here with me…”
       Herobrine’s voice was shaking, something that was once rare to hear.
  He buried his face in his hands, trying hard not to start sobbing. He sniffed and wiped at his eyes with his hands. Not that it helped any.
      “I… I'm sorry, Steve… that you had to go through that. That you had to DIE like that. I'm so sorry that you're not here…”
         He began to cry, he couldn't control it anymore. But, then again… he didn't care.
         “Why couldn't it have been ME instead?! I don't understand! You were so… perfect… just, like, the best person anyone could meet, anywhere… but… now you're gone… and I can't even compare to how good of a person you were… and I’M STILL HERE…”
   
         Herobrine was shaking so hard that he had to wrap his arms around himself to steady himself. He coughed up that weird blackish goop for about the eightieth time that day. “Gah… (sniff) s-sorry… I'm just getting pissed off at nothing again. You would've told me to chill out. S-so… I'm gonna try…”
         He tried to calm himself down, but his emotions were running at an all time high. He couldn't stop the tears. His chest ached worse than it had in hours. Although, he kind of always had an achy feeling nowadays.
        “I can't take this…” he said finally. “Out of all of the crap I've dealt with… I… I just… I just CAN’T anymore… then again, I had you to help me. Now you're gone.”
        “Herobrine? Is that you?” asked a familiar, feminine voice. Herobrine froze, turning his head towards the sound.      
         Alex stood a few feet away, with a concerned look on her face.
            “What do you want?” He asked, in a defeated tone, shockingly lacking either hostility or rage like normal.
             “I couldn't help but hear your little… erm… slight spiral into madness just there… are you ok?”
              Herobrine stood up upon hearing this question. He thought the answer was obvious, but he lacked the energy or charisma to be sarcastic about it. Instead, he shook his head. Herobrine expected to be introduced to a “just let it go” response, like what he had gotten from most of everyone he had tried to talk to about it. He hadn't even seen Ender and Creeps since Steve's death, either.
                                   Instead, he was greeted with a hug.
              The gesture surprised him. It also made him start crying a little.
“I… I fucking miss him,” Herobrine stuttered. “I know,” Alex replied. “We all do. But you were much closer to him than anyone else. Even me. I'm so sorry, Hero.”
              Herobrine was too grateful to finally find someone who understood his pain to even care that she used the nickname that he hated.
              “We should probably go inside now. You're going to catch a cold, sitting out here like that,” Alex said after a while. Herobrine said nothing in response, following her back to her house, taking a final look at Steve's grave as he left.
Felt like writing some feels garbage.
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Great :) Write moooore!