Herobrine

We walked together. Me and Steve. The morning was quiet, smelled of pine. He joked, I laughed, threw berries at him. Everything was easy. Simple.

• Alex, wait, I'll check the map... “Come on,” I said and heard a rustle. I turned around.

• Steve?

…He wasn’t there.

At first I thought he was joking. Hiding. And then…

• STEVE?!

I screamed, ran, called. My voice broke. The forest became cold. Shadows. White eyes. I prayed it wasn't him.

And Steve... was on his knees at that time. “Alex… please…” he whispered.

He screamed. He hit the ground. The stones bled. His fingers trembled.

And then - memories.

He knelt down and handed me a flower.

• This is for you... I smiled and covered my mouth with my hands.

We sat by the fire, back to back. They were silent. They just held hands.

Then - face to face. They extended their hands. I squeezed his palms. He squeezed mine. Warmth. Safety.

He fed me, held my hand.

• You're strange.
• But yours.

He was looking for me. He wasn't sleeping. He was calling. I haven't seen it yet.

I was standing on the hill. He came up.

• Alex?..
• Steve...

He hugged tightly.

• I won't let you go again...

And then… it all happened again. We were sitting by the fire again. He gave me a flower again. I covered my mouth with my hands again – and smiled.

We held hands. He took my hand and pressed it to his chest.