Why couldn't we make it work

Blue

All I wanted was to be loved.

I always knew that I was different, I mean what normal kid could fly. My parents couldn't handle it so they sent me away. To an agency for trained mercenaries of all things.

I tried so hard, I excelled at everything I did, but it was never enough. I didn't know what I was doing wrong. I never complained and followed orders hoping one day someone would love me.

Soon enough I became a hero, and everybody loved me. Well sort of, they loved the guy that would fly through the sky, wore a mask, and a billowing cape. Still it seemed nobody loved me.

Until I met him. They told me he was the villain but I just couldn't believe it.

The look in his eyes, his stunning ruby eyes, let me know he didn't want to fight. And for a while that was enough. Under watchful eyes we would play our parts, roles given to us by everyone else, but hidden in the shadows it was ok. For the first time ever, I wasn't the hero, I wasn't some super-powered freak, I wasn't responsible for carrying the weight of the world, and I wasn't expected to be perfect: I was me.

As I was the world's hero he was their villain. I never asked to be a hero and as our secret meetings soon revealed he was the farthest thing from a villain.

Time passed so much slower when he was with me and witty jokes and sly remarks turned into sweet 'i love you's and playful banter. Before I knew it I was drowning in the one thing I thought I would never have: love. Because he loved me, and I loved him. Nothing else seemed to matter.

Of course we still put on a show. Our battles having only one thing in common with the superhero movies I would watch when I was younger: they were complete fiction.

It wasn't easy though, everyday it seemed I would get lectured on how dangerous he was and how it was my responsibility to stop him. It was like they didn't care at all i didn't want to be a hero, i didn't want all of these bullshit responsibilities, i didn't want to have to listen to people telling me that the only person in this world that truly loved me, that the person i would give my life to protect was some horrible monster. Because I knew it wasn't true.

I tried to make them see, and I wish I had never listened to a word they said. I thought that maybe I could end this seemingly endless war.

So I agreed to stop the fighting.

He didn't fight me, he trusted me.

I wish I could take it back, screw the world, screw everybody else, I wish I had just been selfish but I had to stop him, I had to save the world, because, as much as I wish it wasn't so, I had people that counted on me to keep them safe.

A single decision and I lost the person I cared about the most, a single bullet and the person who made me feel so loved was gone.

I guess I was my own worst enemy after all.

He was the only one I had. He gave me everything I had ever wanted and so much more. I may have been the world's hero but he was mine.

The hero is supposed to win, but I would lose a thousand battles just to have him back by my side.

I didn't want to be the hero any more. Because I lost him, and I knew I would never get him back.