As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the dim light casting shadows across my weary face, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. Every fiber of my being screamed for rest, for respite from the constant battles and hidden dangers that lurked in the darkness.
But I knew that rest was a luxury I couldn't afford, not when the safety of those I loved hung in the balance.
I reached up to touch the scar that marred my cheek, a reminder of past battles fought and sacrifices made. It was a symbol of the life I had chosen, a life of danger and uncertainty, but also one of purpose and determination. And as much as I longed for a sense of normalcy, for a life free from the burden of my powers, I knew that such a life was not meant for me.
