"I'm not a superhero after all." Stella shrugged.
She was right, she was not a superhero and this was not some Marvel studio.
No Captain American, no Black Widow.
I hunkered down thinking about my life. If I run now, would I have to be on a run for the rest of my life till she catch up with me. And would I be liable to leave everyone I loved, my family and friends.
No, my friends would be on the run with me too. Crazy, because, they would never forgive me for messing with their great lives.
I was lost in this world of confusion when a masculine's voice suddenly spoke out, "I can be the hero."
Then the person came before my view, his booths making a solid stand on the sand.
