Kalopsia

Evil

I do not quite recall when everything got so bad. All I know is we used to have such a tranquil life. There was no true darkness, nothing to corrupt our fondest memories. I was just living my life and suddenly everything was spiraling out of control. He was pulling away from the world and I was the only thing keeping him sane. I was suddenly the hero. It was strange and at first I was happy to shoulder the burden. Eventually I had to start sacrificing my morals to save innocent lives.

I began to grow darker, more cynical. It worried my friends- I think. I rarely got to see them anymore, which was odd when you live together. Perhaps they were avoiding me or perhaps we had begun to drift apart. It was hard to tell exactly what happened. At one point I was no longer a hero, I had become the villain. The transition was so subtle I did not notice at first. It was then I realized that he had been a villain all along. He was my arch nemesis- the person that had tried to kill me countless times. We stared at each other in disbelief. I had my hand putting pressure on a wound he had dealt me. Regret flooded his eyes as he immediately assisted me. I looked into the familiar eyes of my lover.

That day was forever etched in my mind. The people called us evil but we knew the truth. It was painful to be despised so much when you were actually just trying to help. He helped me get through it without turning bitter. I had wished that he had confided in me sooner, though I suppose it did not truly matter now. Besides, no one would believe us. My eyes gazed out at the familiar mountains. They were still so beautiful, even as the forest burned.