"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge."

"Can I pick?"

He's almost smirking when he asks that, but he's also worried. He's masking it with that cheeky smile, but I can see it in eyes. I'm mad, and he knows that.

"No, you can't," I reply. "Where's the fun in that?"

"The kissing would be the fun part, I'd imagine," he say, the worry gone from his eyes considering I bantered back.

I could can stay mad at him for very long, no matter what he does. It's frustrating sometimes.

He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I sigh and hug him back, resting my head on his chest. "Just please call me the next time you're gonna be late."

"I'll do my best."

"Tom-"

"Sometimes I can't." He pulls back enough to look at me, his eyes sad now. "I would've this time if I could've, but there's was too much going on. I never had to time to take a breath, much less call you."

"Why does it have to be like that?" I ask sadly, looking up at him.

He sighs. "I don't know, Clara. I wish it wasn't, but there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just forget about it for now, okay?"

"Okay," I say reluctantly. He leans down and kissed me but pulls away before I can kiss him back.

"You can shove me off that bridge next time." He smiles again, and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah."

He's always away - at least it feels like it. I knew what I was getting into when I first met him, when he told me he was on the police force. I just didn't realize how bad it would be.

In this city, there's no shortage of crime. No shortage of danger. And night, of course, is when it's the worst. Most of the police force is on the night shift, so it makes sense that Tom would be. He's one of the best cops on the force. It just worries me, especially when he doesn't come home when he usually should.

Truth be told, he's at disadvantage - he always is, no matter how much backup he has when he responds to a call.

Everyone on the police force is normal. Most of the criminals they're called to catch are not.

When people get powers, they tend to do dumb things with them. They think can get away with anything. They think they're bulletproof, even when they're not (as Tom has proven to them time and time again).

I'm smarter than them. I hide it.

I didn't ask for powers - no one really does - but they showed up anyway. It was after I met Tom, when we'd just started dating. I knew I couldn't tell him. Those with powers were considered a threat - a threat so big that, regardless of whether a person with them had broken the law, they were thrown in jail. Just as a precaution.

If Tom knew, he'd have to choose between turning me in or breaking the law, and I couldn't put him in that position.

So I keep my secret and worry when he goes out to catch the people like me. The ones who want to do harm, who want more power and money or just pure destruction.

It's not a wonder that they think us such a threat, but they never stopped to consider that not everyone wants to rule the world.

Some of us just want to be normal.

"You okay?" The question makes me jump, considering I was lost in thought. Tom had gone to change and told me to put in a movie. I still haven't.

"Yeah," I reply. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

"You and me both," he says, sitting down on the couch. I put in a random movie and sit down next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me. "I love you, you know."

"I love you, too," I reply, cuddling closer to him as if it would make all the lies go away.