Please, I do need some advice, the more you give the better I shall be. Here is the story. There is this girl who likes my best friend. He likes her back and they are pretty much going out, for which I am plenty happy, but that I told you that story to explain this one. The girl's best friend currently resides in Texas and I've known her for a month now. First all four of us used to speak on the phone, me my best friend, his girl an the girl from Texas. As I began to get positive vibes from her and I returned them, we've known each other for a month now and spoke on the phone for hours at a time, 5 hours on Sunday actually. We seen each other in pictures and I began to have feelings for her and I could tell she was feeling something too, but suddenly yesterday she told me that she just wants us to be friends, since we live too far, which is of course true and I totally understand, but she is coming to visit her best friend on summer down to my town, a few blocks away from where I live. Here is my question, what should I do?

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No More Heroes.

Prologue.

“NO!!” – he was screaming at the top of his lungs in pure desperation and angst.

“It’s a trap! Get out! Fall back!!! Everyone fall back!” – his words were of no use to the other allies.

The Order of Heroes was being disintegrated, squished from all sides in an epic massacre of the skies. He was their relentless leader, the Titan, trapped in a full proof psyonic cage and forced to watch as his comrades were being made into fallen victims of the six month war. The Sinister Society was making them unable to fall back into safety. The seemingly unlimited number of revenge and blood hungry nemesis villains blocked their way out of the villain space ship. The greatest heroes on Earth were being stricken down, straight down into their graves.

“Redevolt had planned our demise so precisely, so perfectly…” – the Titan could not help himself, but to admit the hellish genius of his arch nemesis.

He cocked back his huge silver fists and started hammering away at the psyonic cage. The blows that could have shattered Mount Everest did not create a single dent in his cage of torment. He was hanging in mid-air, having a top class seat, right above where all the massacre of his own soldiers of the Order was taking place. His heart was being ripped apart by the vile screams of the heroes that he called family and friends. His eyes that never had felt anything wet before, were now pouring tears that were coming straight from his open wounded soul. He did not want to see what was happening among the huge spaceship that Redevolt had created exactly for this battle, but he could do nothing else. He fell on his knees, the leader of the most elite and most powerful. The last hope of the planet as they had called them. The Order of Heroes was being slaughtered, after coming so close to a victory it all turned out to be a fatal trap.

Titan’s tears were now reaching the floor as he was kneeling down and starting to hammer at the walls again, knowing that there was no way to escape the psyonic prison, just like there was no way to escape the grim fate of the war.

“No… Flare, Deathwish, Icicle, The Rocket, Android, Wolfman, Nature-girl, Rubber man, Destructo, Lady Sting… Diamond…” – he was recalling the names as he saw their last effort slain in vain. The heroes were being devastated and only their costumes and masks were left engraved in his memory. They were the people that saved each other’s lives and kept the hope of planet Earth staying alive in the last six months. They were brothers and sisters to him, maybe even dearer. Diamond was more than a friend to him; she also was the mother of his child… And he could do nothing but watch her struggle for her life, with each blow becoming more hopeless than the other. He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t. The horror glued all of his attention on the macabre scene. If only he could get free…

For every hero there were ten villains, and for every hero that still managed to survive, there was the death ray. The ray was completely merciless, destroying the heroes from the inside, able to waken their deepest nightmares and trap them inside of them, ensuring an agonizing death of eternal hell to whoever touched the ray. Not a single hero could resist it, or dodge it for too long. The massacre was short but in the eyes of the Titan it seemed to last an excruciating forever. His mental state was being completely shattered, his always calmness was gone from him, his eyes were popping out of his eye sockets and were unable to blink away from the terror. He wanted to rip his ears out so he wouldn’t have to hear any of the screams, and render himself blind so he wouldn’t have to watch this anymore. All of their hard work and lives were being killed and thrown off the ship.

“Titan… Titan hold on I’m coming…” – the words of slight hope came from the right side of the Titan’s prison. He turned and saw his best friend and sidekick, Spartus, charging though a huge crowd of the fighting heroes and villains. He ran to the cage where the Titan was imprisoned in.

“Hold on… I’m going to let you…” – the young hero never got finish his phrase, as a psyonic blade was struck right through him, squirting the blood all around on the floor. Spartus slowly slid down with a small river of crimson liquid leaking away from his body.

“I did promise you the head of your little punk on a silver platter when I finally defeat your annoying Order… And I do intend to keep my promises,” – the calm voice was coming from a tall man dressed in dark red dress suit with a red cape and a blood-like “R” symbol on his chest.

He took out the psyonic sword from the dead body of Spartus and made sure that the Titan was watching, giving him a sleazy and sinister look. He struck he sword again into the dead corpse of Spartus and brought it up, right to the paralyzed face of the Titan. The head was dripping with blood and Titan could smell the life of his sidekick coming from his decapitated body.

“No silver platter, but I think this will do, won’t you agree?” – the voice of the evil maniac remained as cold blooded as his murders.

“You’re insane… You’re mad, you are so very mad…” – Titan’s words were of a scared and a broken down man. He could barely comprehend what he was doing, as his mind was already making illusions and creating chaos in itself.

“Yes, I am, thank you. And soon, you will be too,” – Redevolt had answered in a completely casual manner, while turning around and sending a psyonic blast that landed in the back of one of the still remaining heroes, making her stagger and fall. Titan’s eyes only grew wider as he saw a group of killers jump on top and finish the hero off, disregarding all human laws.

Redevolt let go of the psyonic cage and watched as the mighty Titan crawled out on all fours, like a helpless baby, silently weeping over the dead copse of his sidekick. He heard footsteps coming in closer on him from all sides of the giant battleship, sounding like gongs from the Angel of Death. Titan looked up, managing to breathe inconsistently and heavily, and saw hundreds of blurred out faces staring him down. Each one of them was more vicious than the other. He felt weak and useless, but still tried to get up. His efforts were stopped short by a psyonic wave from Redevolt, launched at his mind.

“Stay down, there, good boy,” – the coldness and cunning that was coming from Redevolt was inhuman.

He kneeled down to the Titan and grabbed his chin, while looking the tortured man squarely in the eyes with the gaze of a deeply satisfied devil.

“See, everything is just like I promised to you, old friend. I asked you to surrender willingly six months ago, but you decided to play the big hero, and try to resist the fate of the Earth,” – Titan could feel Redevolt’s breath in his face as he weekly laid on the cold floor, beaten down without receiving a single punch.

“I can’t believe I am witnessing the man of the strongest will lying right before me, like a broken child’s toy. I did not even have to use the death ray; I did not even have to touch you!” – Redevolt’s voice was booming all around the skies in victory.

Redevolt slapped the Titan in the face, as if trying to get him to answer, but the only thing that remained on the Titan’s face was a blank stare that was rid of emotion.

“I… can still… win…” – the Titan whispered and tried to crawl towards Redevolt, and was stopped by a stomping boot on the top of his head.

“You can still win? Look around you, there is no more Order of Heroes to hide behind. Earth belongs to the Sinister Society with me as its leader,” – Redevolt used his vast power of telekinesis to lift the Titan up in the air and made him rotate around to see the huge circle of no one else but the villains that he fought against so valiantly.

“Look around, Titan. Every face in here hates every little bit of your guts. They are like starved wolves, hungering for your dead body. I am the leash that is keeping those wolves away from you. One word, and each one of them will be more than glad to rip the skin off your bones…” – Redevolt was now whispering to the Titan in the ear, like a vile snake.

“But that is my job… I wish you could see this from my eyes and witness the glory of this victory. So long we all had waited…” – Redevolt turned the Titan back towards himself and squeezed his fingers into a tight fist.

Titan’s muscles bulked up in resistance to the psychic pressure smashing Titan from all sides. But his face remained completely emotionless, despite the pain that was pressing on his body from all sides. The pain from the inside overshadowed the outer suffering like an eclipse.

“You… how can you still resist?!” – struggle could be heard in the voice of Redevolt, as he used all of his mental power to strangle the emotionless Titan.

Titan looked up, despite the pain completely covering him and shattering from everywhere. It was as if his mind was separated from his body, both becoming their own organisms. Past the huge crowd of vile faces with joyous smiles on them, past the rag filled outer body of the fateful ship, his eyes saw and his remaining senses told him to use the death ray. His focus returned and he pushed back the invisible pain, managing to break free for a second. The Titan crouched down onto the floor and after putting together every little bit of energy left in his super human body, he launched himself like a missile. He flew past the fiendish crowd, hitting out of the way everyone that was on his path. He pulled back his first punch in the battle, and what was sure to be the final one.

“Nooo…” – Redevolt’s scream came from behind the desperate hero.

Titan didn’t care for anything anymore. He landed the hit and watched as the death ray generator started to shatter and generate explosive energy. He flew upward knowing in his half-deranged mind that no one would escape the ship alive. He felt the explosion before he heard the noise. The power of the explosion drove him higher upwards. He closed his eyes, ready to give in to death, but it wouldn’t come. He heard the terrified screams of all the would-be victors below himself, and it rang along his soul like an echo of a funeral bell, reminding him of the events that happened only a few minutes ago.

He was falling down, but unlike the rest of the Order, he was falling down alive. He did not see any remains of the Sinister Society among the chunks of the ship that was flying along with him.

“Dead… Everyone… It shouldn’t have been like this… At least the Earth is safe,” – thoughts of the last standing hero were as disconnected as the parts of the battleship that he fought on.

He landed in what seemed to him was a graveyard. He saw beautiful lights, radiating from all of the dead bodies as they flew up and away into the sky, making the only peaceful image in the war-torn street. But it was a picture that only existed in the Titan’s mad driven mind. In reality it was only a graveyard that existed right in the middle of the city. He slowly stood up and looked around.

“No… This isn’t a graveyard… Graveyards are peaceful, this is something much more macabre…” – Titan said to himself.

The bodies of his dead fellow heroes were lying everywhere around him, making the Titan the center of the atrocious picture. Blood was everywhere making the Titan see red in every place he looked. The bodies were so disfigured that he could not recognize anyone if it wasn’t for the symbols on their costumes.

The normal people that started to come out of the buildings, where they hid away from the battles, interrupted his loneliness. Titan saw the people as a sign of hope, to at least mourn and share his despair over the lost heroes.

“It’s… It’s a win. We won! Victory! Earth is saved!” – the screams coming from the crowds were far from mournful or sad. The Titan’s eyes widened in disbelief, as the people completely ignored the dead bodies and lives that were sacrificed in order to ensue the victory they were celebrating over. Dances and cheerful yells could be heard from every side. Titan’s senses started to blur out, as he fell to his knees not wishing to accept the truth.

“Maybe, this is all but a dream… Then why can’t I wake up!?” – Titan’s mind was raging; knowing if he had to endure anymore of this, his rationality would snap.

The people were just laughing it all away, like it was a holiday.

“You are no less savage than that crowd of fiends we had fought against! We all fought for your lives, and this is your return!? We are the same as you are, and you treat the loss of our life just like the loss of an automatic rifle! We are just simple weapons in your mind, right?! Right?!” – The huge crowd of people ran back inside the buildings in the fear of the enraged and almost insane Titan.

Titan flew over grabbed a huge 18-wheeler that was parked by the nearby coffee shop. He easily ripped the trailer off and put every hero’s body into it. Then the Titan walked over to the closest alley, which was overshadowed by the darkness inside and took a step into it.

“There will be no more heroes… I will make sure of it,” – Titans’ menacing whisper could have been heard for miles away.

His silhouette disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen or heard again. His child was left on a porch of a house further away from the city. It was a house of older man and woman, who had no relation to the Titan or any other heroes. On the baby carriage there was a note, written in the Titan’s handwriting and addressed to his baby son, concerning the last day the Titan was ever seen.

”Life seems like a dream to me… I just want to wake up…

See lights among the fights, souls break up.

Looks more and more like a nightmare,

Because life doesn’t fight fare…

One by one we all fell… It’s a win, they all yell…

It’s a win, they all say, it a sin… so I pray.

Forgive us all, especially me, I couldn’t see

Where I needed to be… Another flash,

There were so much, my heart dash,

The things we couldn’t touch…

The things I cannot comprehend or understand

Why so many angels in the midst of battle?

So many dangers, my mind twists and rattles…

And then they just smile in denial, How could they?!

But why shouldn’t they? By our cold hands they were saved,

They didn’t care of the dead stare from us – the depraved.

Life is but a dream… But one scream

Turns it into a nightmare, lights flare,

Why should I care… I am the last one standing;

They are so not understanding of the cost…

The cost of the lost and blind forever regrets,

The cost… of which my mind never forgets…

I should feel great since we had won,

But who can share my despair, I am the only one…

The only one who is left…

No more heroes, taken all by death…

No more heroes, falls from my last breath…

No more heroes, my eyes gleam, it might seem…

No more heroes, one thing left is one theme…

No more heroes… life is but only one dream…