He Was A Hero I Just Couldn't See It の小説・ストーリー

“I was supposed to protect Julianna too… and I failed.” Ah. There it was the truth beneath the fire. “You were possessed,” I reminded him softly. “Manipulated. Injured. Fighting forces older than centuries.” He looked away, angry at himself for crying. “You didn’t fail, Scott. You survived. You protected your friends. And you melted the kingdom from ice—something no other student could have done.” He swallowed hard. “…Then why does it still feel like it wasn’t enough?” “Because heroes always see the one thing they missed not the thousand things they saved.”

I felt completely heartbroken. But now, at the very least, the comments on the screen and this graduation trip with him finally helped me see his true colors. I then made a call to Aunt Gracie and told her that I wanted to go to college in Merunica.

His right eyebrow no longer exists. I suppose he's about to argue that assessment, point out that all his friends died and he wasn't able to help them. I'm not going to hear it. "You are a hero to me," I say firmly. "You saved my life, Ryan. If it weren't for you, I would have died that day in the forest. You are my hero."

Victor hated me with everything he could muster. One day, he walked straight up to me and pointed in my face, yelling, "Was it you? Did you do all this so Chloe would grab onto me? You ruined me! I won't let you get away with this!" I shrugged. "Wasn't this your own trick? How does it feel now that it has been used on you? Happy?" My words sent Victor into a fury. In a fit of rage, he pulled a knife from his waistband and lunged at me. "If I can't live well, neither can you! Let's die together!"

"I'm glad. Oh, Mom! I was so scared for him! Any sane man would be scared after finding out they lost their powers but not my man. He smiled. Can you believe that!? He smiled and told me not to worry. ‘What are you crying for? I got this.’ He told me. He asked me to close my eyes, and I did. I couldn't bear to watch him– you know. When I dared to look, I was surprised to see him on top of a hybrid stabbing it in the face. He was a mere human at that moment yet still so brave. I was so frustrated I couldn't do anything to help..." "You did. You saved us all." "Yes, but I was only able to do it because he was brave. I wouldn't have been able to if he had given up. He's my hero, Mom."

I hoped he believed me, I sincerely did because I didn't believe my own words. There was a brief silence before Vince exhaled, "I need to go pick her up," He whispered, turning around to head for the door. "I'll be gone before you return." I offered like a martyr, sacrificing my happiness for his. "No. Stay." He rumbled, stopping at the door. He turned back to me, his eyes red rimmed. "You're her hero." He told me. I was her hero. Those words were like a balm on my wound. It wasn't everything but it was enough. For now, it was.

"You really are terrible at accepting compliments." He smiled weakly. "I'd rather everyone stopped calling me a hero." "Why?" "Because I don't feel like one." "You don't have to." She gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. "Sometimes being a hero just means doing the right thing before you're afraid." Cassian didn't answer. But he never forgot those words. Outside the hospital, the story had already spread around the world. Television stations replayed the concert footage over and over again.

There’s no way to hide that the very core of me reddens, from the top of my head to the sole of my feet, I am basically a tomato. He laughs. “I was going to tell you that you don’t have to be anything but Eddie, the boy who loves Archery, helping people, weird toys,” “They are Lego pieces!” He rolls his eyes, continuing like I hadn’t interrupted him. “Super hero movies, sarcastic, just plain boring Eddie, when you’re with me. Nothing else.” I swallow the thick lump in my throat. “Even if I’m broken?” “You aren’t, you’re just special. And I get to be the light in your world.”

The main target's completely been taken by the villainess! [Janet cried so hard, she's definitely not letting this go!] … I watched the scrolling comments in front of me, calmly finishing the last sip of my iced Americano. Not letting it go? Perfect. This was only the first catch. The real game did not even begin yet.

"TED, YOU’RE A HERO—" He wheezed. "Okay—you’re choking me—" But I didn’t let go. Because for the first time today— I felt hope spark again.