Claire's POV
His black eyes haunt me. Nightmares, dreams, thoughts. All obsessed with him. Devil, hopeful, potential friend and confidant. I don't know what to make of him anymore. He had tormented me, murdered and who knows what else, countless times each. Yet… he grasps at almost every opportunity to redeem himself. The man is an undeniable enigma, an addicting and dangerous puzzle that refuses to relent. He's not a hero, not quite, but neither is he villain, not anymore. Still, its so completely tempting to just lay all the blame at his feet. If only he still deserved it, which he doesn't. Maybe he never did. Not when he's truly redeemed himself at last and continues to do so at every opportunity. Sylar, against all odds has beaten his worst enemy, his 'Hunger' down to a whimpering, barely there, aspect of what it once was. He's by no means wholly sane, but then, none of us are.
Whether I show him just how much I forgive him, is another matter completely. I won't let him know how much he captivates my thoughts, and dare I say –to some extent- my heart. No. For now its enough knowing that for every life he's taken, he's saved ten. That for every person he ever damaged he helps rehabilitate three times as many. That every day, he proves that he is a hero. My hero.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi! This is my first story, so any if you could please review, tell me how I did and how I could improve, would be really appreciated. Just no flames, please.
I'm also thinking about maybe making this either a) a series fic, as in I do multiple one-shots in the manner, or b) make this multi-chaptered, maybe something along the lines of day-to-day interactions between Claire, Sylar and the rest. So if you have any thoughts to share, please do. I'd be more than happy for your opinion.