Explanation: This story is the first in what I hope to be a long series of 'Character to Character' drabble. It's written about somebody from the point of view of somebody else in the series. It never actually says who each one is about, but most of them shouldn't be hard to figure out. Especially this first one. If you really can't figure it out, you can ask in your review.

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Someday

A Volcano. In every sense of the word, he is a volcano. So unpredictable, yet never unexpected.

I remember the first time I met him. He was with that boy. The boy I had heard about; the boy everyone was talking about. I, like everyone else, thought he was a nobody. Just another face hidden in the shadow of life. Unrecognizable, unimportant, untalented, un-extraordinary. Even after getting to know him, my opinion hadn't really changed. He still seemed unimportant and untalented. But there was one thing I was wrong about; he was definitely extraordinary. For he was able to do something that nobody else had ever been able to do. Ever.

I don't consider myself invincible, I consider myself strong. I am confident, determined, and headstrong. I am not immature or foolish. I prided myself of always being ready for whatever obstacle came my way. I would make sure to be well informed, well read, and well prepared in every situation. Because when you're prepared for the worst, nothing can hurt you, right?

Wrong.

That was his one talent. His one super power. As hard as I tried, he was the one who would always be able to break me down. To throw me into self-doubt. He was my kryptonite – the only thing that could hurt me.

At first I didn't understand why. That was probably because I didn't understand him. I would question how some normal, unimportant person could do this to me without even trying. But the more I thought about it, the better I understood. It didn't take me long to figure out: he was extraordinary. He didn't know it yet – nobody did. Nobody except for me, but that is what he was.

The funny thing is, when one person solely holds the power to break down your defenses, they also hold the power to build you back up. The one who hurts you is the only one who can heal you. I realized this very early on, and have never forgotten it.

People have always said we were opposites. In every aspect we were different, that's what they said. But I never agreed with it. I always knew we shared something. Something unexplainable. But I'm not sure he sees it. He can be clueless when it comes to any more profound thought than what we're having for lunch on a particular afternoon. He can't even see the good qualities in himself…but I can.

I'm sure that someday everyone will be able to see it. Some day his name will be in every book, his picture in every paper; he will be the one I hear everyone talking about. Someday he will get the glory he deserves. No longer hidden in the shadow of life, but shining by the light of those who care about him like I do. He's my friend, my confidant, my superhero. Someday he'll see it.

Someday.