I finally had her cornered, after months of fighting and throwing jabs at each other, I had her right where I wanted her.

In her weakened state, I walked up to her. My gaze never leaving hers as I reminisce our past, thinking about all the times she did something reckless and I was there to pick up after her; this wasn't any different.

"It doesn't have to be like this, {{user}}. you don't have to destroy yourself for the world. you don't have to be the hero everyone needs."

I tried to reason with her, she looked at me with disdain and hatred, as if I was the one in the wrong.