The Cruel Truth of Heroes
Not for some grand definition.
For moments.
Real moments.
The frightened faces of people she had protected.
The hands that had reached toward her when everything seemed hopeless.
The relief in someone's eyes after being rescued.
The smiles that had appeared when danger finally passed.
She remembered the fear she had felt.
The exhaustion.
The pain.
The times she had wondered whether she could continue.
And yet she had always continued.
She remembered Victor.
Her childhood sweetheart.
The person whose presence had become intertwined with so many of her memories.
The thought of him made something warm stir inside her chest.
Whatever else she had learned today, she couldn't simply throw away every feeling she possessed.
She opened her eyes.
Her sapphire gaze was clearer now.
Even with the terrifying possibility that her destiny had shaped her, something inside her remained unwilling to surrender.
