Magician

When he made her sad, and she cried in his arms, he felt his love surge. It was an awful thing he found in himself, this need to feel that he could make things better. A need to make mistakes. He'd construct situations where he could shift from being the villain into the hero in a matter of minutes, happy to apologize and fix the problem, his heart warm from knowing he'd done good. He ruined for repair. But soon the wounds would be too worn down to heal, and he'd remain the cruel magician that he always was.