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"I'm the hero!" Alfred called out yet again. The only response was angry muttering, and he died a little inside.
He knew he wasn't the hero. He knew that. But he so desperately wanted to be, to help people.
Ah yes, to help people. Most people assumed that he called himself hero for the glory of it all, but that wasn't it. Alfred wanted to bring light into other people's lives, to bring them smiles when he had only masks.
And so many masks he had! It made him wonder, sometimes, how nobody had noticed. How nobody had noticed that he was broken glass - oh so pretty, but oh fragile and oh so sharp.
How did no one see it?
Were they not looking? Or were his masks too good?
It was the former, Alfred was sure, because he could see everyone else. Their masks, their cover-ups, he could see all of them. All of their lies.
So obviously it was that nobody cared to see Alfred F. Jones. Not the real him anyways.