Ficlet: Hero
by lucyolsen
***
She never really wanted me, kept saying that I only got in the way.
But she had no choice in the matter, and quite frankly, neither did
I. I was there to give her some type of protection, and not because
she wanted me. But the night we met him, that all changed. He took
me from her. Rescued me from her, and for that, I am grateful. She
was just using me, and he put an end to that.
For years we traveled together, he and I going out almost every
night, and I staying in only occasionally. He would show me off with
pride, while he walked that walk of his. He was beautiful, and we
were beautiful together.
The funny thing is that where I was forced to protect her, he
protects me. I guess you could say that I use him like she used me,
but I never asked for him to defend me like he does. But still, he
does. When there's even the slightest hint that someone might bruise
me, he keeps me safe. Usually, the offending hands would end up
broken. Not so much, anymore, but he'll always be my hero.
I fell for him long ago. I don't know when, exactly. It could be
the first time he slid his magnificent hands down me, or it could
even have been back when I first saw him, when he took me from her,
and I knew I would never be used again. But I know he could never
love me back, not in that way. There were others, even as we were
together. I could never compete. After all, I'm just a coat.
END
Big thanks to AlizardInCrimson, who gave me the idea. Never would
have written it otherwise.
by lucyolsen
***
She never really wanted me, kept saying that I only got in the way.
But she had no choice in the matter, and quite frankly, neither did
I. I was there to give her some type of protection, and not because
she wanted me. But the night we met him, that all changed. He took
me from her. Rescued me from her, and for that, I am grateful. She
was just using me, and he put an end to that.
For years we traveled together, he and I going out almost every
night, and I staying in only occasionally. He would show me off with
pride, while he walked that walk of his. He was beautiful, and we
were beautiful together.
The funny thing is that where I was forced to protect her, he
protects me. I guess you could say that I use him like she used me,
but I never asked for him to defend me like he does. But still, he
does. When there's even the slightest hint that someone might bruise
me, he keeps me safe. Usually, the offending hands would end up
broken. Not so much, anymore, but he'll always be my hero.
I fell for him long ago. I don't know when, exactly. It could be
the first time he slid his magnificent hands down me, or it could
even have been back when I first saw him, when he took me from her,
and I knew I would never be used again. But I know he could never
love me back, not in that way. There were others, even as we were
together. I could never compete. After all, I'm just a coat.
END
Big thanks to AlizardInCrimson, who gave me the idea. Never would
have written it otherwise.