He Was A Hero I Just Couldn't See It Novels & Stories

Neither do I", I said and pulled away from the hug. I looked him straight in the eyes. "You deserve someone you can fix you, I can't do that, Amber none of this is your fault, you were a child, barely even a teenager, who would blame you for all this? you're broken Amber that's the truth. And you thought being a strong man and no heart will fix you up but it only ruined you more, and it doesn't matter what the world thinks. You're a hero, you're a hero for making sure that your family never went through all that too".

His voice is low, “What are you watching?” “Whenever I want to give up on this world, I get a good reminder that we do have good people in this world. I wonder how this person was able to find the cure, and in a large quantity at that. The government hasn’t given a clear statement and the news stations are just broadcasting everything they see,” I shake my head in disbelief, forever grateful to this person, “I personally think he should be molded into a statue and be kept in the center of the city for the people to worship him, he is my hero.”

Even though he hasn't said so himself. "What you did for me... how you saved me from my father, even if it wasn't in the nicest of ways." I shake my head, my eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Turns out I'm still weak. "No one's ever done that before. Even if they all knew, no one would have saved me still. And because of that, you're my hero." I tell him tenderly. My way of telling him I still have those feelings for him. "I'm no one's hero." He speaks after a brief pause. "Hero…? me?" he gives a dry laugh. "if you only knew..." His hands come around my middle and he hugs me. Knew what? "I can't say those words," he keeps mumbling.

"There, I saw Nathan and Mune, fighting those souls with their powers. Actually, Yna can survive even without me." He looked at me in my eyes and smiled a little. "There, I realized how incompetent I am." "You're lacking power, but you ain't incompetent. Hiro, your name says it all. You've been a hero to me even without supernatural powers." "That's why I couldn't get a hold of myself. I don't want to feel this for I trust you with my whole heart. But my insecurity, it's one of the hardest things I couldn't fight." "Hey..." I called for him as I caressed his back.

He ran a lukewarm bath just to bring down my fever, never once stepping away or acting disgusted. “I don’t deserve you,” I mumbled, sinking back onto the pillows after he tucked me in for the third time that afternoon. He smiled faintly. “Yes, you do. And I’ll keep proving it until you believe it.” I closed my eyes. “I hate being this person. The one who needs help.” “Tough,” he said. “You’re my person. You’re allowed to need help. Even heroes rest.” Despite the nausea, that made me smile.

“Stop giving yourself a hard time every five seconds.” “Unfortunately, I deserve to give myself a hard time every single second, not every five.” He handed me my coffee, and I took hold of his arm before he stepped away. “Why fight fate?” His eyes were so dark on mine. “Fate? That’s quite a statement.” “I didn’t think I believed in it, but I do now. Fate sent me a hero out of nowhere.” He raised his eyebrows. “I’m not a hero, I can assure you. I’m the complete opposite.”

"Because it's true. You saved so many people during the war. You rescued and saved so many lives. Lives we most definitely would have lost if it wasn't for you. You were so brave, you jumped blindfully into the fight, into some of the worst situations and saved people. You saved me! You rescued me.... You're my hero!" I said, hearing my voice crack. I watched his beautiful eyes fill with tears. "Thank you for saving me, thank you for being the amazing person you are!" I said. I leaned forward then pressed my lips to his, holding them there for a moment before pulling back. "It wasn't completely blind, I could see where I was jumping... I already knew what was happening there before I appeare

“Listen to me, Noami, I will always stick up for you! I will not let anyone treat you poorly. Not anymore.” I let my eyes flutter close as my heart raced in my chest. I swallowed hard as I opened my eyes to meet his gaze again. “And that’s why you’re my hero.”

“You’re not any different from him, so don’t think you’re some hero.” “Hero?” He snorted. “I’m not a hero. I don’t see myself as one.” “Good, ’cus you aren’t.” “Must you always be this harsh?” I turned sharply to look at him. “Harsh? My words actually made you feel bad?” I stretched out my hand and pressed my palm flat against his chest. “Oh my god, are you growing a heart?” A smirk brushed his lips, but then his eyes darkened, like he was just realizing something. He stared at me, not taking his eyes off me.

Not just for a fight. For me. “Then I can’t hide even more,” I shoot back before fear can swallow me. “If I’m the target, then at least… at least I do something.” His eyes flash. Anger? Worry? Both. “You’re not playing the hero,” he says. “Not now. Not at this price.” “I don’t want to be a hero,” I answer, and I feel my voice shake, but I don’t let it pull me back. “I just don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.”