He Was A Hero I Just Couldn't See It นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After you decide to go alone. Something about the way he said his last sentence tells me that there's a bit of resentment there, tinged with perhaps regret. The sudden burst of hope in my chest because of that is almost too embarrassing to acknowledge, so I turn away. 'I'm not saying it's bad,' he clarifies. 'What you did was heroic. Everything that you do is heroic. But I don't understand why you would put yourself in danger like that—'

"He was my hero. He is...my hero." "I've seen you at your lowest, and even when you were ready to give up, you just...came back up. Stronger than ever. And...I admire that about you. My father didn't make it, but you did. You continue to do so, and I guess somehow I found comfort in that." I let out a shaky breath, blinking back the oncoming tears. "Darren..."

"You look like the strongest person I know." The sincerity in his voice made my throat close up. I'd spent so many years thinking of myself as broken, damaged, not quite enough. Hearing him describe me like I was something precious instead of something that needed fixing... "Don't," I said quietly. "Don't what?" "Look at me like that. Like I'm some kind of hero. I was terrified the entire time." His hands stilled on my shoulder. "You think heroes don't get scared?" "Heroes don't spend half the fight wanting to run away."

“I’m so happy you saved me.” His jaw tightened, his throat moved, but he said nothing, just listened as I spoke. “You’re my hero,” I breathed. “That’s what you are. My hero. You saved me when I was all alone and I thought Ryan was going to win. I thought my life was over.” I swallowed hard, forcing the tremble in my voice to settle because if I didn’t, I knew I would break down again. I needed him to hear this clearly. I needed him to understand.

He noticed it and immediately said, “I have scream proof walls.” Tahr filled me with so much relief. More relief than I'd ever felt all at once. It came crashing down. My lips pulled into a dark smile as I opened my lips to speak. “Like I said, I want out of this. I want out of this fucked up world you created. Your powers are no good. Even without having them, I can now see you are nothing but a brute. A villain.” He laughed. “Did I ever tell you I was a hero?”

"You once told me I see everything but the truth. And you were right, I saw the danger but convinced myself I could shield you, I thought I could play the hero without the cost. But it was you who bled. You who almost…" I choked on the words. I couldn’t say them. Not out loud. Not when the memory of his body crumpling to the ground replayed in my head like a curse. I sat back, dragging both hands through my hair. The monitors kept their steady rhythm, but I hated how much I depended on them to tell me he was still here. Still fighting. Still mine. Somewhere in the silence, my heart cracked open. I rose and leaned over the bed, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "You want the truth, Adr

My leaking eyes met my brothers, a superhero? Where on earth did he come up with that? All I had ever done was course trouble. “You’ve always looked after me, even when mommy couldn’t. And… and Nicky says your fighting for the people who can’t fight. That’s what superhero’s do.” I’m not superhero, I’m just some loud mouthed kid who can’t control their word vomit. “I’m no hero, Freddie.” He was seriously adamant. If anything I was a villain, everything I ever held dear had been ripped out from underneath me because I couldn’t accept my fate. If I had just have accepted the king mom would still be here.

I couldn’t explain why I did it, acting more out of impulse. After a long pause, I finally spoke, "I saw that man's expression... I thought..." "You saw his expression and still rushed over. Were you trying to be a hero?" He interrupted me coldly. "No," I immediately refuted, staring at him with wide eyes. I knew my limitations. I wasn’t capable of heroics; my goal was just to avoid being a burden. My actions just now were purely instinctual... "Then why?" Alexander finally looked up, his intense gaze locking onto mine, not letting go.

I listened while lounging on the sofa. “ You know,” she said pacing the floor. “you may think that this weakness defines you but it doesnt. It only makes the story better. “ I rolled my eyes. “Yu are a hero in your own unique way And in the event that you want to give up—.” I blinked slowly. “—just keep in mind that Achilles had his heel.” “Okay.” I said drily. “Not all heroes wear capes.” “Yeah. Some carry guns just like me.” I said sarcastically.

I knew that whatever she prepared for him, it wasn’t anything good and he already anticipated it. I guess he was just so used to playing the hero. He didn’t have a problem owning up to something he didn’t do, and I wish I had that much strength. Not all people could muster that kind of courage that he had, and I admired him for that. He was also selfless because he’d already sacrificed enough for other people. The fact that I was reassured that he didn’t kill Valerie was liberating. Like a thorn had already been pulled out of my fragile heart.