WHY CAN'T I STOP WRITING ANGST?! Here's some more angst.
He was the hero. He tried his best to help, not noticing the damage he brought. He might've been oblivious, but he wasn't blind. He noticed that everybody shot him dirty looks when they thought he wasn't watching. So he disappeared. Nothing to show that he even existed.
He let the anger and bitterness take over. He let all the emotions flow out. He let himself become numb and empty. Until he was ready to come back.
"They want a villain. So they get a villain."
He placed the crown upon his head, ready to spread his regime of terror.
Feel free to interpret this as you wish. I might churn out some more angst, or fluff. Anyways, bye bookworms!
-Luna Faye
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Oneshots.
RandomHi! If you're wondering what this is, it's my other book. I mainly put my writing here now, and I will sometimes do requests if I feel like it. Be warned: there will be chaos.
