THE TRÄSH HËRØ
I couldn't help but chuckle as I leaned against a tree, arms casually folded across my chest. Listening to their bold declarations of becoming the greatest hero made me shake my head in amusement.
"You haven't even taken your first steps on this journey, and already you're dreaming of being the best," I said, letting out a sigh. "You guys are nothing but a bunch of fools." My gaze swept over them, a mix of disbelief and pity flashing in my eyes. "If you keep your heads in the clouds like this, you’re going to get yourselves killed."
A smirk played on my lips as I turned away, leaving their stunned faces behind. As I walked off, Harvey's words echoed in my mind.
"Jealousy," he had accused, his voice taunting me. I tried to brush off the bitter sting that crept up on me, but it lingered nonetheless.
I paused for a moment, the faint echo of laughter bubbling up from my chest. "Jealousy, huh?" I muttered with a wry grin before continuing my path.