She laughs that high laugh of hers as I stumble into her arms, wanting a kiss covered with rum and to see her smile that smile at me once more.
It's sad as the first taste of alcohol hits my mouth, I don't see red anymore just the image of a blushing man in glasses, a man that I hate, a man that I killed along time ago.
"I'm drunk."
"I can see that, one kiss then off to bed Mr. Sylar. Hmm…the mighty Sylar can't hold his liqueur, what a shame. Well, your going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, I'm not going to be your nurse, you hate me remember?"
That little smile comes and leaves me smiling back like the drunken fool that I am, my legs don't seem work as she pushes me on the bed.
"I-I remember, El, I remember. Kiss?"
Her lips find mine, still smiling big and round as she leaves with lips tasting like rum.
"Kiss. Now sleep."
Her face, still smiling that smile at me, fades away as I fall into a drunken sleep filled with vivid dreams of her, a whole lot of her and the blue that comes spraying out of her finger tips.
The dreams never seem to end and each and every one of them there is no boogieman because I'm him with a sadistic smile and a wave of the hand.
Near the end of that endless sleep I want to stay forever and ever in that place where I don't hate just want little Miss Elle and her smile just for me, but of course dreams are just dreams and every one has to wake up sooner or later.