Collin's point of view-

The second that diamond cracked and that white light began to burst into my eyes, there was a split moment my mind was able to think...

Oh, sh*t.

I had broken the diamond with a powerful spell, despite Grayson and Mia screaming at me to stop. They knew I would die. They knew that Drake would die.
The next thing I knew, an unbearable pain was rushing through my body as if a saw was cutting me in half. No, like a monster was ripping me in half, almost hearing my own flesh tearing, the screams and screeching of agony. The pain was so intense that I must have fallen unconscious, because the next thing I knew was darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, Grayson and Mia were looking over me with horrified expressions. At first I did not understand why until I began to pick myself up from the ground, then I noticed an off factor about my appearance. My legs were much shorter than before and the black across my chest and arm was now pale, though slightly tanned. My heart began racing with panic. What the h**l?! Am I dreaming?!
I jumped when I heard a distorted noise beside myself, looking up at a tall, black skinned creature. An Enderman; the original Drake.
Before I could process much else, the magic library began to collapse. The Enderman teleported away to who knows where, bringing me to believe that it could not remember our time as one being. I had all of memories. While I was still coping with the separation of myself and the Enderman, I was also devastated that my brother was now dead.
The three of us separated when we went through the portals, but three months after, I reunited with my old friend, Grayson. I was so happy to finally see him again, but I don't think I could say that Grayson felt the same. He was surprised but there was not that strong heartfelt moment that we shared in Alduin's keep when we reunited then. In fact, over time I noticed a bit of...resentment.
Of course it left me depressed, feeling like I was unwanted. After our history together at the arctic base, after I loved him...how could he treat me like this? Then again, how can I blame him? It's my fault that Herobrine is free, my fault that Armen is dead, and now his best friend is gone. I may have been a part of Drake, but I am not him, and Grayson knows that I can not fill his shoes or that hole in his heart.
Grayson loved Drake, as a friend, a brother, or something more I do not know, but I can not mend that broken bound. I may be here with all of his memories, but Drake is dead. Perhaps Grayson can not forgive me for it, but is that my fault?

"Grayson?" I finally got myself to speak, but like usual lately, he only grunted as he stared down at his map to the hatchery.

I cleared my throat and collected saliva in my mouth to make it easier to speak. "Do you have a problem with me?" The more I talked, the angrier I got. My fists balled. "I understand but...we used to have something and then you just-!"

He whipped around to face me, a scowl on his face and moisture in his eyes. "You're an idiot. For destroying the diamond when I told you not to! For freeing Herobrine and causing this whole mess!"

I had never seen Grayson so angry. I could almost see the steam of rage flaring from his nostrils, a blaze ignited in his eyes.

"At least when Drake destroyed the diamond, he did it to save the world. You only condemned it."

His blackened heart began to reveal itself, frozen from the loss of everyone that he loved. I quivered in the spotlight of his harsh gaze, as if my soul was being pulled from my body, and that feeling I knew all too well. The guilt continued to build as he continued on, his anger growing, no longer directed at my actions, but now it seemed that everything that was weighing him down, every problem that burdened his heart and mind was finally coming forth.

"My family is dead because of this whole mess with Herobrine!"

I cut him off. "Grayson, please, calm down! Listen, I understand-" Now he was the one to cut off my plead.

"No! You don't understand! I've lost everything! My whole family is dead because of me! My best friend is dead because I couldn't save him!"

I don't know why, but something in me finally snapped. My teeth were exposed in snarl, my body rising in temperature. He has no right to say that! He knows nothing about pain!

"Now you you listen here..." His eyes grew, as if shocked by my tone of voice that reflected calmness but hid a burning fury. "I got possessed by a f**king demon."

He stepped back as I stepped forward. "My brother is dead because of my decisions! I killed my own parents and my brother because I was too selfish, because I was weak, and you think you have problems?!"

I began to sob, a tornado of anger and guilt spinning inside of me, tearing me apart from the inside. The burning tears stained my face as they ran down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I stared at my former lover with such grief. For a few moments, we both stood there in silence.

"We used to love each other...why does this pain that we have, that we share, have to tear us apart?"

When I wiped away my tears, I noticed that the blonde also had tears covering his face, his tan skin now pink in the face. He managed to whimper my name before thunder began to roar up above. With a soft voice, he simply said that we should find shelter. I did not care, simply following him with reluctance. As the cloudburst began to pour, I hugged my arms and shivered, still trying to manage my emotions that were now all over the place. Guilt, anger, frustration, sorrow, yet not a glimpse of happiness.
When we found a cave, we sat there in darkness. It did not take long for my anxiety to kick in, remembering my fear of darkness induced by sitting the black of my own mind while possessed. I started to hear the voices, the screams. I hardly noticed that I was had wrapped my arms around my legs and began to rock back and forth, crying into my knees. I also hardly noticed that I was mumbling.

"Collin..."

I gasped in shock as I lifted my head, finding Grayson's cape wrapped around me. He wiped away my tears, his own eyes red.

"I'm sorry for treating the way that I did. It was just so difficult losing Drake...I guess I was just so heartbroken that I forgot what we once had, that we were best friends, that we-" He took my hand and placed it on his chest.

"I'm so sorry!"

Before I knew it, his arms were wrapped tightly around me, squeezing my arms and pushing my knees into my chest. I put my legs dow, allowing his chest to press against my own. I could feel his racing heartbeat pounding with my own, his breathing unsteady, matching my own after a few moments. His face buried itself into the cook of my neck as he sobbed.
I sighed, releasing my anger. How could I stay mad? I understood what he was going through more than anyone. My arms wrapped around him as I pulled him in closer. My hand ran through his wet blonde locks, stroking him in order to soothe him.

"It's okay." I whispered. "I forgive you... I still love you, Drake did too." His arms constricted tighter around me.

It felt him relax, his tears drying upon my skin. It took a few minutes before he stopped shaking, myself whispering sweet nothings into his ears.
For awhile we sat there in each other's embrace, relishing the others warmth, simply finding comfort in one another. It felt so nice to have him in my arms again after so long. I just wanted to be there for him when I haven't been for so long. Perhaps it was not enough to redeem my mistakes but he was always there for me, as Collin and as Drake. Offering comfort in his time of dismay was the least I could do.