His cape was something I wanted to grab onto with my greedy fingers and never let free, never let him fly away into the sky on beyond me, beyond little old Smallville.

But in every single dream it slips right through my finger tips and he's as free as a red and blue bird to fly away a smile of sorry on his lips and he leaves without even a single goodbye.

"Do you miss him?"

"If I say yes would you think I'm being selfish? The whole not wanting to share him with the world thing?"

"No, not at all"

They were whispers, words that were never really spoken just in my dreams filled with faces that seemed to want to haunt us forever with those loving eyes and those lips as they said, 'goodbye, I'm not truly going to miss you.'

This 'dream world' was nothing but a cramped apartment with moldy chairs and crusty walls covered in faces a little too familiar, but he's here crooked smile welcoming and warm as he takes my hand somehow solid, somehow there.

At the daily planet, so-called female reporters whisper about there dream-boys and men when all I have to do is close my eyes and there he is, 'back so soon Lane?'

'Oh yes, Petrelli I just couldn't stay away' we touch and speak like long lost friends slipping into a new routine, no tears today? How is life as the daily planets number one reporter, Lane? Kill any serial killers today, super-hero?

It became a daily thing, just shut those eyes of mine and here I am no more tears just a silly grin to match his crooked one.

Somehow it became too constant, something that was always there and the thought of it being gone left a small hole growing in the already pulled open heart that barley beat anymore.

So when he was gone, no crooked smile, no Lane no tears?, my heart didn't beat at all.

"Lane, stop day-dreaming and get to work, I need that story yesterday."

"Sorry Perry, weird day, I'll have it finished up in a sec."

"Maybe I could help you with that."

A cracking voice filled my ears and for a moment I thought I was back in my little dream-world holding on to something I knew was not there, but the burning light of the unforgiving sun (the sun that forever fuels up my super-hero) brought me to my senses and there he was crooked smile staring me in the face.

All my mouth could do –words lost in space- was respond with that silly grin of mine automatic and it grew along with the tears that came with the realization that he was here, he was here.

"Aww good job Lane, you broke it, five weeks without a single tear and you have to go and ruin it."