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“What now?” They asked, turning around. I ignored their cold tone and kept up my normal smile.

“I got what you asked for!” I replied happily and handed the hero the bracelet they asked me to get. They had sent me on a secret mission to gather it, said it was the most important mission I’ve ever been on.

The hero smiles, not at me, but at the bracelet. They yank the item from my hands and look at it in awe.

“You’ve outlived your purpose now.” They said with a cold smile.

Outlived my purpose? What does that mean? I tilted my head, not sure what they meant.

Before I could even ask, they pulled out a gun and held it to my head. “Sorry, Sunshine. It’s for the best really. You’re too kind and naive to be a hero.”

My eyes widened. This can’t be real. We are heroes, this isn’t…This is all wrong.

“..What?” I manage to ask, my voice dry with fear.

They smile, still holding the gun to my head. “You heard me, Sunshine. It’s time for you to go. The people are becoming far too fond of you, you’re killing my reputation.”

I stare at them with shock. Hero wouldn’t do this. My hero wouldn’t do this. “I- This is some sort of sick joke, isn’t it?” I chuckle awkwardly. I’m normally the one playing the jokes, hence the nickname ‘Sunshine’.

Hero sighs, seemingly getting bored of this interaction. They put their finger on the trigger and I close my eyes, waiting for the loud bang and darkness but instead..Silence.

I open my eyes to see..Villain? No, that can’t be right.

Villain is holding hero against the wall, how they did that silently, I have no idea. Or maybe I was too distracted waiting for my death to hear them enter.

(TW Mentions of death, gun, and war!)

Some stare in awe as colored lights fill the sky,

Some cheer and laugh as they echo through the night,

They are bright and beautiful, a sign of celebration, they love them.

Then there are those who hide,

Those who cover their ears and hold back tears,

Those who instead of seeing the pretty colors they feel fear,

They hear gunshots echoing through the sky,

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They say kindness is power, but when I’m kind they call me weak.

They say i’m dumb and naive, but I just can’t think.

They say i’m too young to understand, but I understand perfectly.

I understand what can happen when a heart breaks.

I understand why they call me dumb and naive.

I understand that I am weak.

I understand they feel rage when they fight.

I understand their hearts are just not right.

I understand why they had to leave.

I just don’t understand why it had to be me.

They say i’m always smiling, always have something to tell

They say I’ve had it easy,

Never had a sad tale to tell

But, they didn’t see the life fade from his eyes

They didn’t see the look in her eyes

They didn’t hear the hatred or fights

They didn’t see the pain in my eyes

They know what they see,

“What's the difference between good and evil?” The young girl asked her mother. 

“There isn’t one.” She answered simply.

“What do you mean? In the stories there is always a hero and a villain.” 

Her mother nodded, “And have you ever heard the villain's side of the story?” 

The young girl shook her head, “Well, no I don’t think so.”

“The hero fights for what's right, correct?” Her mother asked. The girl nodded, “So, what do you think the villain is fighting for?” 

The girl thought for a moment, “What they think is right? They are both fighting for what they believe in.”