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Going Away
Jul. 13th, 2011 06:49 pm"Going Away "
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A Long Trip Home
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:38 pmThe door is two yards away but I can't move from the top of the stairs. It's been months, four or so, since I've been here, in this spot. Gone were the days of trudging up the stairs with my satchel on the way home from work because my building's landlords refused to fix the elevators properly. Gone too was the pleasure I had of returning to this apartment I paid for with my own money and not from my trust fund. I donated all of that to charity the moment I turned twenty-five and finished paying off my loans to school. It was two years ago. It feels like forever.
I'm not the same man I had been. I'm not a child anymore. At least, I want to think that.
I'm still clutching the photograph of my brother and I in our tuxedos. There's a smudge on it from my thumb and full of creases. I've not let it go since I opened that box containing everything that I am. Everything I was. I left Ireland without looking back. There was, there is only one thing on my mind. Nathan.
Nathan.
Nathan.
I know he's here. I've always felt a connection to him. Mohinder Suresh called it part of my empathy, to feel things like that. Funny to be so empathically linked to someone I spent my whole life pining for, who has always had a life to live without me. He's never had time for me. Never.
"Just walk, Peter," I whisper to myself as I move to a door I have not touched in a long time. I swallow. And knock. I know he's in here without knowing it. I almost lose the nerve to knock. Please answer, Nathan. Please.
I'm not the same man I had been. I'm not a child anymore. At least, I want to think that.
I'm still clutching the photograph of my brother and I in our tuxedos. There's a smudge on it from my thumb and full of creases. I've not let it go since I opened that box containing everything that I am. Everything I was. I left Ireland without looking back. There was, there is only one thing on my mind. Nathan.
Nathan.
Nathan.
I know he's here. I've always felt a connection to him. Mohinder Suresh called it part of my empathy, to feel things like that. Funny to be so empathically linked to someone I spent my whole life pining for, who has always had a life to live without me. He's never had time for me. Never.
"Just walk, Peter," I whisper to myself as I move to a door I have not touched in a long time. I swallow. And knock. I know he's in here without knowing it. I almost lose the nerve to knock. Please answer, Nathan. Please.
Brotherly Love
Oct. 29th, 2009 09:29 pmI'm almost too late. I can feel the surge of air in the room before I even pry open the door. We're up at the penthouse level, the suites. It's high enough for the broken windows to suck the doors closed. I'm breathless when I push my way inside. I see the scuffle. I hear Nathan's labored breathing. I have no idea what I do exactly.
It goes back to a time when I lost Nathan. I was young when my brother went off to serve his country in the Navy. We're thirteen years apart. It's a lifetime, really. I didn't understand that my brother would not be there to wake up to anymore, or to climb into his bed when the monsters came.
The monsters have come again. One in particular. One I'm not strong enough to fight. And yet, he leaves Nathan to me. Badly wounded, hardly breathing, sure. But alive. I can almost feel my knees give out as I scoop him up to my chest. I should go after Sylar. But I can't move from Nathan's side.
It goes back to a time when I lost Nathan. I was young when my brother went off to serve his country in the Navy. We're thirteen years apart. It's a lifetime, really. I didn't understand that my brother would not be there to wake up to anymore, or to climb into his bed when the monsters came.
The monsters have come again. One in particular. One I'm not strong enough to fight. And yet, he leaves Nathan to me. Badly wounded, hardly breathing, sure. But alive. I can almost feel my knees give out as I scoop him up to my chest. I should go after Sylar. But I can't move from Nathan's side.
