Hiya! Just a short drabble fic...
trying to get back into writing and well this sorta popped into me head...
hope u like!
He was just a boy, he didn't ask for this. All he wanted was to be him, to be just a boy.
But he couldn't ever be that.
He was the Boy-Who-Lived; the Chosen One; their Saviour; their one last hope and their Poster Boy for the Light. Their Idol; the one all young boy were supposed to be and admire; the one all young girls were meant to want to marry; he was to be their White Knight in Shining Armour. He was the one to pin their dreams on.
He was just a boy, a boy who didn't ask for this.
He was their Scapegoat. The one they spit on and shove when it all goes wrong. The one to blame for all the deaths and fighting. Afterall he was the one meant to stop it and so they didn't have to. He was the one who failed. He was a failure and a liar. He was the one who bought war to them.
But was a just a boy, a boy of not yet seventeen and he didn't ask for this.
He born to parents who loved and adored him. He was their boy, just a son to them to love and cherish.
He wanted that feeling back.
He was just a boy and he couldn't bear the weight of an entire society on his shoulders. He didn't ask them to pin an entire war on him, he didn't ask to be the prime target. He didn't ask to be praised and reviled; to be worshipped and despised. He didn't ask for any of this and he couldn't cope with any of it.
He was just a boy of seventeen and he was dead and happy for in death he was what he never was in life; just a boy.