erylism

There was a time many years ago where I'd dream of a hero; one who'd pull me out of the dark, take me away from this hell, save my soul — but then, as I grew older, I realized that heroes were only fated to meet those who are special — and only then can those special people be saved.

My salvation — showing up years later, however, wasn't a hero. He wasn't loved by many. He wasn't looked up on, no, his name wasn't even written in the records of this city. Nevertheless, he'd done exactly what a hero should've done to a person who's in need of help.

Only, instead of pulling me out of the dark, he pulls me in it with him. There's an offer that escapes his lips, one that's hard to refuse, and I think, for once in my life; I had a chance against fate. And I'd take that chance — do anything to get it — even if it meant letting the dark in.

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