Feel

He got so tired of it sometimes. So tired of being who he was. So tired of having the weight of the world thrust on his shoulders time and again. . He wanted for everyone to let him do his job and then he wanted to disappear. He was damn tired of being the Boy-Who-Lived.

“I’ve seen more than almost any child you’ve ever met,” he said angrily. “But it’s all right for everyone to conveniently forget that, isn’t it? Well let me tell you something, if you ignore it it’s not going to go away! People will still be dead because of me and I will still know it’s because of me and no one can coddle or will that away.”