Feather

⚡️Reuben's P.O.V.⚡️

I sat down again, crumpled up the paper and threw it at the wall.
What does it mean, what does it mean, why does it matter?
I stopped, lifting my head.
Exactly. It doesn't mean anything if it doesn't matter. Of course, that's what I've been missing.
I smiled, getting up and walking out the door, away from the crumpled papers and the prophecy.
Because, honestly, who cares?

A/N:
Sorry for the late update children!
Have a nice day, life whatever you wanna call it.
Sincerely,
BlackpeltIsABoss