So, this is my first fic, so please tell me what needs changing for my future fics
Discamer: I don't own homestuck. And neither do you, unless you are Mr. Andrew Hussie
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You are alone. The only person you've ever filled a quadrant with is dead. You are Nepeta Leijon, and you are sadder than you have ever been before.
As Equius' body falls to the floor, you wonder to yourself if you could have saved him, you could have helped your moirail.
You pause.
You stop and think, how could Gamzee have done this to you and your friends, how could he have hurt people like this?
You crouch, ready to pounce.
You need to make him pay, you need to show him he can be hurt. You need to make him feel more pain than he's ever experienced in his life, he needs to hurt for what he's done. Gamzee must die.
You extend your claws, ready for the attack.
Then, out of no-where, you have another thought, a thought you haven't even put in your secret shipping wall, the one that only you can find, the one in your head. And then you realize, you don't need to hurt Gamzee, after all, his rage was inevitable. Right now, all you can think about is that one feeling.
You sit up, and you scurry away.
You are Nepeta Leijon, and you are experiencing the human emotion known as "love"