He had always played the hero, the person who wanted to save the day. No one ever wondered how he managed, or if he would eventually break, they just thought it was part of his personality. Except for his twin brother, but barely anyone paid attention to the purple eyed boy when he tried to say something because he was so quiet.

The teen silently slipped out of his room at midnight, when he knew that his family would be fast asleep. Taking one last glance at his room, he sighed and quietly shut the door. He tiptoed down the stairs, skipping steps when he knew that they would creak, and walked towards the doors. He sighed as soon as he stepped outside and closed the front door behind him. His life wouldn't be revolving around being the hero anymore. The sleeve of his over-sized jacket showed bandages around his right wrist as he lifted his backpack to his shoulder. Alfred's smile didn't reach his broken blue eyes, and he left without looking back.

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