Davestrider12379

The seadweller sat at the bottom of the sea, never quite feeling as hopeless as he did now. Well, that’s what he was, right? The destroyer of hope. He felt like crying, but tears were meaningless and invisible underwater. He cried anyways. Dejectedly stepping into his hive, he grabbed the clay heart which had been given to him long ago by someone long forgotten. He carved into it the words, “No one wwill lovve me anywways.’. Groaning at how cheesy it sounded, he found the nearest fishing line and jammed it on. He didn't need a damn heart. What good was a heart with no love to fill it? He slowly sunk to the bottom again, sadn