A Superheroe’s Deepest Fear

The ding of the elevator startled me as I stepped inside its cramped space. There wasn’t anyone else here, so I pressed the sixth floor, and I took a step back. With my hands in my pockets, I looked down at the decorative carpet covering the musty elevator floor and began to daydream. I started to imagine my life if it were normal; if I didn’t have the abilities that I have now, the secrets, the mystery, the lying to everyone I love. How now it was different. I had finally met someone. She had come into my life so quick, even my abnormal senses could not stop me from falling in love. With her smile, the way her hair moved when she walked. I fell in love with her laugh and her corny jokes. I fell hard and fast. Especially when she didn’t mind all of my sneaking around. It wasn’t that I was doing terrible things, it’s that I was doing good, special, and not normal activities for a human.

My deepest fear fell at the very roots of her feet and flowed all the way up to the dandruff speck on her head. If I told her the truth, it would go two ways: she would run, or she would accept who I truly am; she would stay.

And so the elevator ride was the longest of my superhuman life. Closer and closer and closer her room came. My hands began to shake, to sweat. Never had anything made me so nervous before. Not fighting criminals, masterminds, or even out-of-world aliens. The fact that I was going to tell her my deepest, darkest, scariest secret frightened me more than anything had before. But here I went…

The elevator door opened. I took a step out and made a sharp left turn towards my future. I began scanning the signs all the way until I reached 654, which was Angela’s room. My Angela. I knocked on the door four times, and waited for her to open it. And suddenly I heard foot steps. A knob turning. Then there she was. She hadn’t dressed fancy, but she looked beautiful all the same.

“Hey, what’s up?” She spoke. Her voice sounded like how honey tasted. I loved every bit of it.

“We need to talk,” I blurted out.

We both stepped inside, sat on the couch, and began the conversation that would change our lives.

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