Hero

Why'd he think this'd make me happy?

What was happy about him going off to war?

He kept saying he wanted to be a hero.

He already was a hero to me... I feared telling him about his unborn child.

It had been a fling.

He was my best friend, I never told him.

When he left, I prayed for his return.

He didn't.

...a dead hero.

The baby kicked inside me.

I gave up...

Was I heroic?

Every hero I knew died.

I felt empty inside.

I gave her up.

If it'd bring him back... I'd give up everything.