In another eyes. [ENG] [Dekubaku x OC]

epilogue.

«Izuku»

I always thought selfishness was the worst thing we as humans had. I always... believed the strongest emotion that could lead us into do something bad could be.., our selfishness.

I know now this isn't our worst.

Now I think... if there's something that could motivate any human being to hurt as much as they could because of one single feeling...

That'd be the pain.

If something hurts you, you want everyone to be hurt too.

I realized that the day I let my own individual pain take part of my actions, when I wanted the person in front of me to be in the same pain I was.

And... even if that person was the same one who caused that pain...

That doesn't mean she deserved it.

I did wrong and I'm aware of it now.

Actually...

I've been aware since the very same moment she disappeared.

And now that I have her here, in front of me still at so many meters away, doing what she told me she'd do one day...

I understand better than ever all she did to me, why she hurt me.

She didn't deserve how much I hurt her back.

She didn't deserve what we both did.

That is exactly why I am here today, with the same man I spent my entire life with, waiting to see a woman we both know was wrong to have let go like that.

Today we're here, defending her nation, being that support she needs to be finally given that freedom we swore we'd help to give so long ago.

The entire international community's here, supporting a revolution that deserves no more but just humanity.

It's not our fight, it's not our place, and.., yet, as human beings, we're here because they also deserve to be free.

Two months passed for the smallest Government Palaces to be won with the bare hands and the pure fight of the Latin civilians. Two months in which we as foreigners were asked not to get involved and let them fight for the small districts by themselves.

Two months without her.

Two months knowing anything about that woman but just speculations.

Two months for our time to come, to fight with her and because of her; to give her everything we promised when we were together.

Two months having an apology inside each of our chests ready to be asked.

I mean, that's the very least she deserves; she always gave both of us, Kacchan and me... way more than what she ever should in the first place.

She gave us such a different and amazing life.

She gave us forgiveness, healing and love when none of us could do that for each other, not even ourselves.

And the pure and most important day we should have been told that to her...

We did the most stupid shit any men could.

"You ready to see her back?"

He asks, there, the same voice of a man I've known for literally my entire life, in a shout barely audible above all the others shouts of that march of people approaching the battle.

I look at him, I smile, and of course I nod.

"I've been ready since the very first day."

I should've done things differently.

I should have said, promised and sworn absolutely everything I always knew I'd give for her.

And I didn't.

That's why I'm here: because words won't work anymore, but my actions will.

My feet are so eager to go with her, even though I know I can't yet. We're a few meters from that third barrier protecting those who march to the center: we're here just heroes of international support willing to contribute in any way we get to be told.

This is not just the liberation of the Latin American Union;

This is a human liberation, and that is why all of us are here.

Those natives know that: in their calm, grateful and appreciative faces while they shout and march, they make us know that as foreigners, we're doing the right thing.

It's their fight. It's their merit. It's their liberation.

And even though we came here as that, as pure support...

He and I know perfectly well we only have traveled all the way here to make sure the love of our life is safe.

After all.., she's the one who will put and has put since the very first day she was back, all the weight of her entire nation on her own back.

She does that once again, when Leader number five comes out from that balcony in Argentine lands, and looks straight into the eyes of the one who will take him away from there.

The same woman who for years he called a traitor, a fugitive and a murderer... is the first one who stands up for all her people; as an authentic head, as an authentic leader, as a clear representation of the needs of her people.

She shows herself. She doesn't hide anymore.

She is no more the same woman who had to escape to my country.

The woman I first met isn't there anymore. The woman from whom I learned, knew, agreed and loved, since the very day she left my country... is gone.

And... and even though I couldn't say goodbye to her like I now know I should...

Today, in here... I thank her for absolutely everything she gave me back at the time.

Or what she gave us.

I hold the hand of the same man who loves her as much as I do, as I know he says goodbye to her too.

I see him, I smile at him; I know we can finally let her go, with all the recognition she has always deserved.

Wendy Karsavina is... gone...

After all.., she now can be Kailani Monet again.

And now's my duty to protect her. To love her, to win her back.

That's actually the reason why I'm here.

That is why we both are.

With all the love in my heart
thank you so much for having read.