The Final Time
One thing is for certain, Hiro is the farthest thing from her supposed "type." That fact, however, doesn't stop her from softly touching his arm and locking their gazes. All he can think as she looks at him is that she has the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen. Sea foam green, with the slightest hint of an endless sadness that leaves a void in his heart.
"Hiro." She murmurs. "Why do you always come when I call?"
He watches quietly as she turns around to face the city before answering,
"Because you're the only person left in this world that I truly care about."
"Why did you call me here?" he asks, coming to stand beside her. She's leaning on the balcony, her eyes fixed on the New York skyline.
"I just needed to hear a familiar voice, see a familiar face."
"Claire, you know it's….." he starts, but is quickly silenced by her index finger against his lips.
"I know. It's dangerous for us to be out in the open. I just needed to see you." She says softly, turning her eyes away.
He puts a hand to her cheek in an effective attempt to make her face him.
Tears have begun to form in her eyes. He knows for a fact that she won't allow them to fall. It was part of her personal pact to keep herself cold as ice.
He reaches behind her and pulls her long brunette hair out of its ponytail.
She smiles as he runs his fingers through it.
"This color suits you." He murmurs.
She pulls him into a kiss suddenly, just needing the contact.
He responded after a moment, his arms locking around her.
She pulls away first, her hands on either side of his face.
"I love you." She says.
He buries his face in her neck and breathes in her scent, silently committing it to memory.
"Goodbye, Claire." He whispers.
In a single beat of her heart, he's gone from her arms.
And for the first time since her world fell down around her, she wills the tears to fall. There on the roof of the Deveaux building, her entire being crumbles. So much for being indestructible.