as i stare at the woman i love most hanging from the rope that’s about to break, all i want in this moment is to rip my mask off and shout ITS ME.

adrenaline rushes through my veins as i leap across the skyline of london. dodging cathedral towers and railings on the buildings.

grabbing my lovers waist i hear her gasp, i slowly take my mask off. she needs to know it’s me. she needs to know her loved one saved her and hundreds of others in trouble.

flicking my hair out, my lover looks shocked, baffled. “it’s you?” she whispers. touching my face. my stubble grazing her finger buds.

“it’s me!”! i whisper back laying my forehead on hers.

“it all makes sense, the late nights, bags, the extra clothes! i thought you were cheating on me!” she says giggling at her own paranoia.

i feign a shock. “how could you!”

the last thing i do before hiding my identity to the rest of the world is place a soft kiss on her lips and whisper i love you. this secret will remain ours forever.