"Mama! Look I have wings!"

"They are so beautiful izuku!"

"Can I now be a hero!"

"Well you already are a hero. Your my hero."

My hero.

That's what she told me.

But I don't hear that anymore.

All I hear is the sound of silence.

All I see is the darkness.

When can I go home?

That's what I ask myself.

Rusted chains wrapped around my broken body.

What is the point in this.

Was this my purpose?

I guess so.

How could I be so stupid to think I could be a hero.

A bunch of lies.

Lies to cover up the truth.

My purpose is just to be used.

That was my purpose all along apparently.

How could I be so foolish to think I had the chance to do something with my life.

But.

That's how the world works apparently.