Maybe I was wrong to decide what I had decided.
Maybe I was cruel.
Maybe I was selfish.
But I missed her too much to let her go.
The way she smiled.
And laughed.
Her smell.
I missed it all so much.
The way she was always there for me when I was down.
It felt like forever since she was gone.
And maybe it had been.
But having a world without her permanently would be too much to bear.
So I said yes.
I said yes to bringing her back.
I said yes to having her in my life until my very last breath.
I said yes to bring back the one who made me happy.
I said yes to someone I loved dearly.
Maybe it was cruel.
Maybe it was selfish.
But it was a temptation I simply gave into.
Why put myself in a situation where it'd be a lose lose?
Why not give myself a chance to bring her back?
Why not give myself a chance to hear her laugh again?
Why not give myself a chance to make her smile?
Why not give myself the chance to breathe her in, and bathe in the essence of her being?
Why not bring her back?
It could be cruel.
It could be selfish.
I don't care about the consequences.
I don't care about who would be harmed.
I don't care if there is a wrong for one wish.
I don't care if it changes everything.
I don't care if it only benefits me.
I want her back.
It is cruel.
It is selfish.
But she is one of a kind.
Someone who brought light into a world of darkness.
And for that I'd give up anything.
For that, I would give up everyone else.
I would burn down the world to bring her back.
I know others would too if they lost her.
I know he is also fighting for her.
So that's why I made my decision.
Is it cruel?
Is it selfish?
Is it so wrong that I wanna be in a world with her in it?
Is it wrong that he does too?
I don't blame him.
I don't blame myself.
And so I let myself be devoured by the hate.
The loss.
The sorrow.
And the guilt.
I let myself succumb to it.
If it meant bringing her back I would do it a hundred times over.
Over.
And.
Over.
Until she was back in my presence.
Until she smiled at me.
Until I made her laugh.
Until she filled up the emptiness plaguing my soul.
For her I'd do it.
So I said yes.
I am cruel.
I am selfish.
But I said yes.
I am cruel.
I am selfish.
But it's not for the obvious reason.
No.
Not at all.
I'm fighting for her.
Not her.
Her.
Not her.
She is long gone.
Just an evenescent memory.
So it's silly to fight for her.
Mom.
No.
I am cruel.
I am selfish.
Maybe down right evil.
Because I love her.
And I'm fighting for her.
I'm fighting for the raven haired girl to laugh.
For the bluebell eyes to smile.
I'm fighting a different fight.
Maybe it's wrong.
Maybe I'm a traitor.
People always say theyre lovers not fighters.
But why can't you be both?
Why can't I be both?
She'll call me cruel.
She'll call me selfish.
But with that one wish.
She'll forget about it.
I'll be cruel.
And I'll be selfish.
But most importantly...
I'll be hers.
أنت تقرأ
MHA/MLB Crossover
قصص الهواةWhat happens when Deku is transported into the MLB universe? Super cute foreign exchange student? Check A friendship between him and Marinette thata may or may not be turning into something more? Check! A jealous Adrien? Triple Check on that one.
