The moment he sees all the pretty colors that cover my skin, black, yellow, and purple bruises that don't match with the rest of me, I know I'm in big trouble.
(the kind of trouble that has those sneakers of his walking away from me, from us)
"You saw him again didn't you?"
For a boy, that likes to play at being a man (wearing the black trench coat and all), he had many talents, which are: being more like father, deep voice included, then my own, being mature when the time calls for it (which is rare), and yelling at me when I truly need it.
(and a slap in the face when I go off the deep end but of course all that gets him is a shock in the behind)
"I fell face first down the stone steps, that's all, Luke."
I should have tried to lie a little harder which meant putting on that smile of mine (the one that is cuter then any bunny-rabbit but bugs bunny) and call him all of the names that are just for him, boy being the main one but this time I could barely stand yet put on an act.
"Don't lie to me Elle, we've been together too long for that."
(together hiding from the one man that I had gone to see, puppy-love and a death wish in my mind)
"I saw him, my murderer face to face and I didn't even put up a fight, what the hell is wrong with me?"
It was a rare thing that I let him (or any of the others who brought them out on purpose) see the tears that I tried so hard to hide away from the world but those horrible and salty things were already covering my whole face.
But instead of laughing or adding to my many bruises, which Sylar did with a wicked smile (and a kiss to his new love, little-bitty Claire-bear), he took me in his arms and let me be weak and weepy for a short time.
"Nothing we can't fix."