Humanity
"Hey Matt?"
"What, Al?"
"Am I a bad person?"
Matthew glanced at his older brother, staring out the window of the jet taking them home from the latest world meeting, but said nothing.
Alfred took his silence as a cue to go on and continued, "All my life, all I've wanted is the freedom to be my own man. All I've wanted to do is to help, to be the hero. But all I've done is end up hurting people; you, Iggy, hell, even my own folk back home." He sighed, tugging on a lock of his own hair, his brow furrowed. "I guess all I really ever wanted was for people to say 'Look, look at that guy. He's a good man, that one'. But all I've really done is make people hate me."
There was a pause.
"You're not a bad person, Al. You're just human."
"Thanks."
"You're still an idiot."
"Love you to, bro, love you too."
First thing I've written in two years, publishing now before I lose the nerve. This sort of theme has been percolating in my head for a while and I suddenly just wrote it down. Hope you enjoyed it!
~DIMS