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"What did I ever do to deserve that?"
The words slipped from his lips in a last breath. A tear held back in his eyes. And he was falling. Again. Always deeper. Always more…intensely. But how far would he fall? Until when would he fall before he is satisfied?
…Would he ever be satisfied?
What must he do to be recognized by him?
Hope. Shameful Hope. Dark light sneaking again and again in his mind. No way to escape it.
So, he began to hope. Again. To fail. Again. Forever repeating the same mistakes. Why couldn't he do it? Why was there no change?
…Why?
His fall had been long and painful. That wasn't the first nor the last. It was one from a long series. He was used to it now.
Did he have regrets? For his past mistakes, his mistakes to come? His lies, his chaos, his magic, his nature?
No.
So what?
Was he supposed to hate everything that made him him just to satisfy someone else? Was he supposed to hate who he was?
No.
He would never heal him. He was too old, too…stubborn. Brutal. Too much time, too much blood. He will never change. Not for him. Not now.
A deep breath slipped his lips through the "mask" – refusing to call it overwise. They could chain him, exile him, hate him or…love him. He had given up. Resigned. Hope was gone. He will never have his acknowledgement. Never.
"Stark…"
Why? Why him? Why the hell was he thinking about him now?
He won't see him again. Never. After all those deaths, all those damages, NYC destroyed… He won't be left alone. No one will see him again. He won't be killed though.
But there are things worse than death.
Hi everyone! This OS was written few years back and I wanted to translate it in English so non-French speaking readers could (maybe) enjoy this too.
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