Yₒᵤ ᵣᵤᵢₙₑd ₘy ₗᵢfₑ: dₐy ₁₀

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#MyHerotober2024

I'm so incredibly late with this but today was busy and full of the things. I think perhaps most of them from here on our will be. Proof in the comments like always. Typed on docs and formatted there before moving it here. Probably more counts sacrificed to editing. You know how it goes my loves.

I love taking this views from the perceptive take of my OC so once again that's where we are here. Taking a glimpse mid story at her past and how she views the future from the standpoint of decently close to the start.

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You're the one who ruined my life. It was all done in stages. Bit by bit , by you people who all had chances to do good and failed at it. It was ruined from the start. My life was taken apart so it could be used. Used by everyone but myself. It was clear that I was a tool and it's disgusting to think I took pride in that. I loved to help as far as I was able. Working towards the goals I was told were honorable. They never were. There was no honor in what I was doing. It took a while but I figured that out for myself.

It was pathetic to think I was scared for so long and still am. They ruined my life. Changed it's course and used it for their own ends. They saw how odd I was getting to changing things they didn't want changed. Seeing how tightly under their thumb I was they send me here. They must have known it would crumble. Perhaps they never did.aune they assumed my fear was all encoming. Yet I broke through that

He ..ruined my life. When I was small and scared. When I ran heading past headlights in the rain and dust trying to find a hero. It was like hunting for an illusive mythical creature. I ran into him. Endeavor seemed to be named for the antithesis of his being or perhaps the culmination of his being. Nothing more. I was dirty and tiny. Nothing more than a stain as I grabbed his leg and begged for help. The look in his eyes was disdain. Caution more than anything else. The lack of comion spoke volumes to me. I was told to get off and go home. He wouldn't listen past my sniveling and crying. My begging. Assuming it was nothing more than a ploy, he managed to look past my condition. He ruined my life well enough.

This is ruining my life. How much I care for all of you. How scared I was now compared to how it is at the moment. I look to how strong you all are. How much you have lost that streak of arrogance to open up to new things. Brave and head strong or determined and gentle. From leading with knowledge and steadfast morals to bringing up the back with a hand of encouragement. Guided by the steadfast hand of a teacher who hides so much. It's ruining my life. I know it is, because I would lay it down in a heartbeat to keep you all safe. No matter which of you. I couldn't bring myself to allow myself to be the danger in your presence.

It has all ruined my life or changed it's course in one way or another and yet. I wouldn't have it any other way. I have been hardened and strengthened into who I need to be to face this moment. I despise it as much as it's taught me what actually matters. I'll gladly take this burden..

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Absolutely not my best work, but I ran out of time. Ugh. Lukewarm bathwater writing-