Hermitcraft Oneshots {Hiatus}

Losers <Angst>

We know what we are.

We can see, but never hear. We've lost that sense.

We can talk, but never in the way we want to. We've lost that sense.

We can breathe, and fly, and swim, but we can never have fun. We've lost that feeling.

We are empty, cold, broken and dirty losers. We've lost everything.

We lost our one chance at greatness. We let him go because he didn't want to be with us.

Unlike the others, we respect people's decisions.

We watched him become what we could never be. He could hear. He could talk properly. He could have fun.

We would give anything to let him be happy, even if we suffer for it.

He was one of us for a very short period of time. One day, in fact. There was a longing look in his eyes as we watched his friends play and laugh with each other.

We let him go because we loved him. We had never loved before.

We had purpose.

We were just a bunch of losers with purpose.

We had gained something.

Is this Watcher angst I smell? Yes. Yes it is.