Why couldn't we make it work

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Romeo and Juliet, a story that may be brought to mind, for as hard as they tried our hero and our villain simply couldn't make it work.

The difference in these tales is that Romeo and Juliet were never in love: merely in love with the idea that somebody could love them.

Our hero and our villain both lived lives that were beyond the scope of any archetype. They lived to play roles given to them by everybody else. Hiding their truest selves behind closed doors.

They simply wanted to be loved, wanted to be heard.
They lived lives where escape seemed like a far off dream, but when they were in each other's arms the need to escape simply vanished.

Two sides of the same coin, our hero and our villain, they completed each other.

When they stood side by side nothing could stop them, they knew each other almost as well as they knew themselves and their love would put romeo and juliet to shame.

So we will start our story once again, and hope, with all we have, that they shall find their happy ending.

Our hero went about his day as heroes typically do, helping those in need and saving those in harm's way.

Our villain played his role as well, destroying a lab in the upper side of the city where they lived.

It was destiny that they would meet but not even fate could have known how much they would grow to care for one another.

Our hero learned that not everything was always as it seemed: the lab our villain had destroyed was actively testing on unwilling human subjects.

Our villain learned that same lesson: he always envied how the hero was seemingly always heard, always loved but they had more in common than either was willing to admit.

And so both, against their better judgment, would continue to meet. Behind closed doors, away from prying eyes they could be themselves. As time would pass secrets were shared and promises were made, each word split only strengthening the love they felt for one another.

At first both would try to deny it, they fought a never ending war, and they were on opposing sides.

But all people have limits and every time their ruby and sapphire eyes would meet, their resolve to stay apart would weaken, until nothing was holding them back.

Once again, behind closed doors, they could be free.

While they played their roles under watchful eyes, they soon decided that they no longer wished to hide. They no longer wished to be hero and villain. They discovered that they could be themselves and they were never going back.

They should have known that it would never work. The world needs a hero and a villain. Why it had to be them, I don't know: the gods are cruel, fate is wicked, and love is cursed. At least for them it was.

Soon the paper read of a hero and a villain both dying before their time, their stories forgotten, and their love purer than that of Romeo and Juliet would never see the light of day.

Many ask what happened to them, and to that my answer would be that they fought the roles they were assigned and the narrator of the lives they wished they had never lived didn't want to lose the power that came with the story being told the way everybody thought they ought to be.