A Pretty Lie

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Keigo couldn't take it anymore.
He had had enough, and now was the time to end it all.

The once-winged hero stood on the very edge of a building rooftop, watching the miniscule cars whizz past. The pattering rain blurred his vision, and he shielded his eyes to get a better view of the colourful glowing lights.

It was so beautiful, yet Hawks felt sad that it was going to be the cause of his demise.

Never trust pretty things.

Like him. He was a pretty thing. A pretty lie, to be more accurate.
He shouldn't have been trusted, he shouldn't have been counted on, he shouldn't have been doing all the things he was told to do but he did, and now here he was, about to close the curtains on his life and leave himself in the darkness of the void.

All good things come to an end.

He had escaped from the hospital a while ago where they where trying to heal him. Mentally or physically, perhaps both. But he knew. He was sure everyone knew by then.
He would never be healed.

His wings weren't going to grow back - Dabi had blasted them with his scorching flames until there was only a huge scar of were they both used to be.

A scar that seemed to scratch his soul as well as his most distinguishable feature.

Keigo would never recover from the trauma. It was too late for all that.
He couldn't go back to his home either - they would surely find him back there, and the memories he had spent with Touya were too much to handle, so he had wandered around the streets, just walking.

And he kept on walking. He couldn't stop. He wanted to get away from everything - the whole world and the people in it.

Every single day after the incident he spent his days in misery, drinking his worries away.
He didn't have anyone to go to - his lover had turned against him after he found out he was an imposter.

The saddest thing to him was knowing that was the truth, and it only fueled Keigo's actions for what he was about to do.

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Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

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