The storyteller-

-The Hotel-

As the bus turned the corner I saw my hotel at the end of the roud now burning all in madnesa flames calling me back to the pasts beutifull memories.

Once I was going there to meet the love of my life, the Hero of the city who was announcing the opening of my hotel. I could feel everybody glances burning in my back but i couldn't care less

The whole City had come to the opening even if it wasn't the hotel that interesate them but me, the strange girl with sallow, metted hair, dark long horns that scared everyone and who somehow had the heart of their shining hero or so i thought.

The closer i got to him, the stronger i could fell that sparkle between us, the love in his eyes and my heart filled up with hope, now all gone.
I knew i was once a villain but i changed a long time ago and i knew i was still considered one because of my weird looks but I thought he wouldn't care!

I saw that criminal glance in his eyes and i whispered softly "Please! "
My voice trembeled in fear, I sqezzed my eyes shut, panic clawing throw my very existence, my veins turning to ice. It couldn't be true, not now, not ever!

I turned bleeding to him and i said laughing "So you're just gonna let my here to die?After every promise, every cute thing you said..!"
He responded indifferently "Well.. you're still a a villain and i am still a Hero.."

I continue mockingly "You were supposed to be the savior of all!" Laugh turning to tears ".. but you would leave me here to die for people who won't bat an eye when your gone. You will be just like me, one they throw to the wolves for a few scraps of gold!"

There was silence for a while after witch he answered in a confident voice but still fearing his words weren't true " They won't leave me! My people won't leave me! "
" And why is that "- I asked

" You know we were all taught since we were young the differents between a Hero and a villain, good and evil, a savior and a lost cause!" - he said more confident this time.

Taking my last breath, knowing i was gonna say my last words, tears runing down my cheks
" But what if, my dear, the only real differents is just Who's telling the story? "