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Hero

Heroes.

The world is loved by them. Saving civilians and defeating bad guys; it's a comic book dream.

'-the hero won! The crowd cheered! He struck a characteristic pose and the world was at ease!'

"Bollocks..."

The small book was thrown across the room, a thud reaching your ears as it slid down the wall. Comics make everything so easy, and yet your partner came home everyday.

"How was your day?"

"Same as always."

"Won't talk about it, huh?"

"You'll see it on the news."

And you did. You understood that they didn't want to talk about work after talking to reporters and everything, and yet;

'-could there be love in the air?'

Your partner swooped in and saved a life; but did they need to showboat with them so much? Whenever this was brought up in conversation; you were overthinking.

They loved you, and you knew they did.

...Right?

'-taken by storm! The heroes won effortlessly!'

Even though the news said so, you knew it was a difficult task. They said what would keep the masses at ease; and so you prepared a meal for your hero and waited for them to come home.

They never did...

Food was put in the fridge once again as you went to sleep; waking up to a cold bed... they hadn't come home...

Hero work...

It isn't glamorous for loved ones behind the scenes... and you hated it...