Before the Dark
The villain wasn't always a villain.
Once upon a time, they laughed like sunlight on pebbles in a river,
Heart soft and eyes wide with wonder.
But the world sharpened its teeth against them.
An act of Betrayal and a wound, and a silence for too long.
They reached out and called for aid,
No one responded.
So, they built walls by way of broken trust, hid their heart in the dark, and learned to use pain like a tool.
Now we call them a monster,
but ask yourself this instead-
Who's the monster that hurt them first?
~hira~
Copyright © Hira Fatima | Year Posted 2025
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