"Peter, I didn't know you'd be here."
I hug him, even after months apart it feels like something I've done millions of times, tighter then I should and linger because I know this brief encounter will be our last until the world comes down in flames again.
(which at this rate will be sooner then later)
A lame excuse for a smile and a warm squeeze on the arm are all I get, but like always he doesn't see a thing, like he doesn't see me at all, and then in a flash he's gone.
"Goodbye, Peter, see you another freaking year."
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Collage brings new things, new friends, new haircuts, new loves, (all who I can never love back), but I'm still Claire Bennet, same old powers that bring nothing but grief and same old problems.
(number one starting with a upper case letter P)
With one shaky step at a time I was starting anew, becoming someone that doesn't let her world be ruled by super-heroes and villains (that have a taste for brains) but seeing Peter made all of that come crashing down.
But I had no idea how far I was going to fall, not just reattachable bones and broken ribs but something I can't grown back, my heart.
"Claire!"
Before I got a good look at his face, hearing that familiar voice was reason enough to smile, my arms were tight around him once again and this time I was afraid I wouldn't be able let him go.
"I can't believe you're here!"
But this time it was different, as his arms pulled me into him without a second thought (without a question of whats wrong or right), and instead of cold and stiff this time I got the same amount of warmth that I wanted from the start.
And when I finally broke away from his greedy fingers, the ones that wanted to hold me even tighter then ever before, (like he wanted to trap me with a hug).
I finally saw his face, which somehow was somewhat darker and had a angry red line running down the side of his face.
(I didn't see Peter, my Peter in any part of him and scared me more then anything)
"Peter, is that you? Were you hurt?"
His hands cupped my face, doing everything we wanted to without a regret in the world (doing everything we knew was wrong), and with that crooked little smile, my smile, which seemed somewhat wrong on his worn face, he pulled me into the darkness with him.
Then everything clicked into place, as rough hands took me into a time that wasn't my own, that everything about him, his face, the scar, and our smile wasn't right, because he wasn't my Peter at all.
"Peter?"
"Shh, Claire, you'll understand soon. Welcome to my world, which is filled with nothing but darkness (even you surcomed to it) I know you'll be happy here with me, I'll make sure of it."
