This chapter and the one shot 'tree' is both dedicated to Call Me Lor. I know it was a long wait until the next chapter… but I never forgot about it… I just didn't quite know how to continue… thank you for being so patient!
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Walking from outside into the barn was like going from one country to the next. The outside world was green, the birds chirped and sang loudly and the light was white, pure and warming while a soft breeze cooled everything it touched.
The barn was warm and stuffy. The sun had somehow made it into the closed barn, casting a yellowish- dark toned atmosphere.
Peter, upon entering, didn't look around and went straight for the stairs. He knew there was only one place that she could be. Knowing Clark and his obvious crush on his wife, he was sure he would find her laid carefully and softly on Clark's bed. He took the stairs one at a time, not trusting the adrenaline rush still in his system to delivering him safely upstairs. Halfway on the staircase Peter actually remembered his ability to fly.
He concentrated and softly drifted toward the top floor. His head started to float from the still present adrenaline levels. When his feet touched the top floor, reality sank in. Peter swallowed the lump that had formed upon seeing the still form on the couch.
Clark had laid her onto his couch. Her hands were placed at her side, and her body rested, and looked like she was relaxing. But Peter knew that it wasn't so. Chloe, his Chloe, was dead. She wasn't sleeping, hadn't fallen asleep on the couch after a hard days work. She was dead, and she would never awake.
His eyes began to burn, he felt his throat coat and his heart accelerated. Every step he took closer to her was killing him a little more. Every step he took, would bring him closer to the dead and cold body of his wife. A body that was lifeless now, and that would never move again. A defeating and shattering silence engulfed the room and was only disturbed by the noise of his slow and determined steps.
When he finally had made his way to the couch, he took a moment to study her. She looked as beautiful as always. A little paler then she usually was, but her body looked just the way it had in the morning when he said his goodbye and kissed her. He had gone off to see his brother, not knowing that this would be the last time that he'd see her alive, full of life.
Even in this Sylar had mocked him. He hadn't broken and killed her, instead he had left her body almost unharmed, except for a dark and angry mark along her throat. He knew that in time his present thoughts would one day make him go insane. Sylar hadn't so much as harmed a hair on her body, he had only killed her. Killed her, just because it was the easiest way to get to him. To break him… She had died, because of him. And there was nothing he could ever do to fix this. Not then with Simon, or now with her.
All of his emotions came crashing down on him. And as they pulled and tugged him lower, crushing him under their weight, he bend, and then laid his head softly on her stomach. Afraid that he could hurt her, if he pressed to hard down on her, afraid that her body would fall apart and that he would loose even that now.