I’ll Be Your Villain

They call him a monster, even though he's obviously not. Maybe I'm the only one who can still see it, the good in him. They say he's killed before, but who are they to talk? People kill more than each other, which is strange, sure, but true.

So I'll make him a hero. I'll make them see.

That light in his eyes he gets when he sees me, how we just sat and talked for the longest times, our friendship, I thought I was prepared to see it all ripped away, that I could be his villain. And it was hard to see that coldness in his bright emerald eyes when he looked at me. It hurt that his arms around me weren't hugging me, but pushing me harshly to the ground.

It was a macabre kind of happiness, a cruel way of heated torture.

I can see from the tenth story window of my complex of operations, the press van as it ambles to a halt next to him as he walks down the blustery street. I can see the light in his eyes when he talks to the reporter, and I lower my binoculars because they're getting kind of blurry through my tears.

For a moment, just a moment, I could have sworn those shining jade eyes flicked up towards me.

It's a sweet poison, being my best friend's villain, but I'll keep doing it as long as you keep looking at me like that. I'll be the villain any day, as long as you keep being my hero.