It's been awhile since I've written anything, and also my first time ever writing a bit about Heroes. Set in Five Years Gone time. Reviews are love.
And after a while, he just stopped resetting his watch.
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It was always disorienting, adjusting to moments he'd missed, the changes he hadn't seen, filling in blanks he hadn't known existed. His watch was always stuck in the past, or too far in the future. Sometimes it wasn't just the date, but the hour, the minute, was off in another time, oblivious to the things that had happened without it.
He became fond of his watch for this reason, for the chance to orient himself, to prevent him from slipping up. To get grounded, set straight. Sometimes, if the change was monumental, or just too painful to be true, he'd whisper it to the watch, to get it said, to get it understood, at least in his mind. It made him feel better, usually, at least a bit. It was a little silly, but at that time he was too, and took comfort in reminding himself of the people lost, and the people saved.
And then it changed.
It wasn't just some cheerleader, found dead at her high school homecoming, but an explosion that should've been stopped. It was an entire city brought to its' knees. And one, hopeful young Japanese man lost in the ashes of thousands of lives.
It was then that he stopped resetting his watch, stopped trying to live in a present he didn't believe in. Stopped pretending that he cared that the world was changing around him. It was when his present became his past.