The fake hero sits all alone, having saving no one; least of all herself. She is shivering after a hot shower and is perched on the sofa awaiting her next move. Life has never been hers, she was taught to be the “hero” and to “fix” others. Nobody ever showed her how to be strong on her own. Never schooled on how to enjoy life or dare to relax and have fun.
The fake hero has spent her lifetime walking upon eggshells, desperate for love. She began doing and saying whatever was required to get approval. Move heaven and earth for others, all the while the fake hero grieves for the life she imagined. Or did she even imagine a different life?
The fake hero fades into the background.
Until somebody needs her.