Hollow... That’s all he could describe himself at this point. Was his only reason for sticking around this wretched hive of heroes just that one girl? How pathetic did he have to be? How could he have let himself be fooled? Love does not happen with him. The needs of others come before the needs of his own. At least that is what he would tell himself to ease the pain each time. A false numbness would settle after he repeated that to himself, wishing for it to become true day in and day out. What a fool. Only the weak and idiotic believe in such a thing. Love. Love cannot exist within someone who does not exist themselves. A ghost cannot be loved, or love proudly. A ghost can only haunt and hurt others. Strike fear into those that do not know better. ‘ Tired...’ Yes, he was tired. Oh so very tired.
