I couldn’t do this anymore, any of it—I couldn’t kill her, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to be the hero. I didn’t want the responsibility of fixing everyone else’s mistakes. I didn’t want the heavy burden of sacrifice. I didn’t want the weight of indecision or the feelings of obligation, and most of all, I didn’t want to kill someone I think I could have loved just because it was what a hero would have done. I had fallen for the monster I was supposed to slay and the only thing that could save me now was to get away. From all of it.
