Role Reversal

Edge

Why did he do that?

He didn't have to.

He could have left you.

He could have ended the fight once you fell to your knees.

He didn't have to end it bashing you in the head.

He killed you.

He had to have.

You didn't move.

And that crack certainly left an actual crack in your skull.

He didn't even know you could bleed.

Why did you bleed?

He knew why, he put a fucking crack in your head. He just didn't expect you to.

He stormed out after, his whole body shook from what he assumed was rage but was regret of his actions.

The others won't let him near you now, that is for damn sure.

He no longer felt mad either. He put everything he had into that one blow and it was like everything had left.

All his hate towards the world. The desire to harm others over his flaws.

All the negativity was gone...

Except that regret.

That was still there. It crept into his mind as he sat in the park. He watched others go about their lives.

He didn't scowl at them when they looked at him.

He nodded his head in greeting when they said hello.

What did that hit do to him?

You were most likely laying in a hospital fighting for your life and he was sitting outside in the park trying to figure out why the fuck he didn't feel angry anymore.

He was uneasy about it. He only ever new spite and hatred towards others. Desire to hurt others. Now it was gone and he... he was anxious because he felt different.

He didn't like it but part of him did.

It was confusing.

Conflicting.

He had to apologize. Maybe you would know why he felt this way. But getting to you was going to be a bit of a problem.

He'd figure it out. For now he should see what was going on with you.

You, he hated you from the day he met you. A monster had made it into his home.

You were small. Weak. A skeleton with no form of protection.

He could break you. He could hurt you like he oh so desired to do.

But he restrained himself and went to bitch about you to his friends.

Anytime he spent near you after that was a blue of sorts to him.

He actually felt a bit bad about what his friends did.

But you seemed fine. Everyone else was overreacting.

You yelled at him over it then moved on.

Oddly enough he admired that.

Most females would hold onto it and recover over time, but you.

Y o u.

You got over it in a day or so.

Something he would admire to the end of his days.

He was disgusted with himself.

He had a crush on you.

That admiration for you moving on grew to adoration then affection for you.

A monster.

A skeleton monster no doubt.

He was horrified over his emotions.

How could he let this happen!?

How could he let his feelings control him!?

He has fallen like the others and has grown to adore you!

Something like you that is beneath him...

Beneath him... that sounded wonderful.

His friends told him all about how you felt and sounded.

He thought it was hilarious.

You would look amazing under him as his cock ram-

Stop it idiot!

You hate her!

You want nothing to do with her...

But that is a lie now.