I was never one to believe in superheroes. I always thought they belonged solely within the pages of a book. Until the day one showed up in my life and changed my point of view.
Like some fairy-tale knight, he turned up when I needed him the most. He pulled me out of the mire with his big, strong arms and for the first time in awhile, I felt solid ground beneath my feet. I was as unsteady as a newborn—it was as though my legs had forgotten the simple task of walking. And I clung to him like he was the second coming, and I was the world’s newest convert.
I think he hung up his cape a long time ago. I can signal my torch against the window or send a flare up into the sky, and it wouldn’t make a difference. No one is coming to save me this time. I guess I’ll just have to save myself.
By Lang Leav