Over The Years

Part one

Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!

Claire

Three years of pain, of love, of disappointing everyone we know. Three years of finding the most perfect thing you can possibly imagine, just to have it ripped from you. Three years of pretending, of disappointing my family. Three years.

And for what?

I thought we were in this together, I thought this was something we both wanted. Yet now here I sit, on the floor in the main room of our small apartment, while he is in the bedroom, packing up his things. And she is watching me.

"Claire, I know you must really hurt right now-"

"Leave me alone." I said harshly.

"Claire, your twenty years old. Please."

"Please what? Understand?" I laughed bitterly. "Help him get his things. I want both of you out."

Niki stared at me a minute, then walked into the bedroom. I heard both of them talking in hushed voices, then Niki came back out, carrying two bags. She walked out of the apartment.

Peter came out a moment later, carrying three more bags. He swallowed hard, and looked at me. "Claire, don't be like this."

"Get out."

He sighed hard, then glared down at me. "Fine." He started walking towards the door. "I have the rent paid for the next three months."

I didn't answer, just watched as he walked out the door. How could he do this to me? After all we had been through, after everything that has happened, how could he just leave?

And how could he leave with her?

I slowly stood and walked into the bedroom. The closet was half empty, and the empty drawers were hanging open. All evidence that he had once lived there was gone. I made my way into the bathroom. Empty.

Tears streaming down my face, I looked at my apartment. That's what it was now. MY apartment.

I sat down on the couch, then reached down under the table and took out the scrapbook I had made two months ago. The first picture showed all of us, the entire group, right after we had found Peter. All except D.L., who had died before then. This picture showed Peter hugging me, while everyone else was crowding around us.

Then there was the pictures from my eighteenth birthday party. There was a picture of me and Niki, arms around each others waists and both of us laughing at the camera. The picture of me and Micah. A picture of me, Nathan, and Heidi. A picture of me and my half brothers. Me, Hiro, and Ando. Then a picture of me and Molly. Then there was the picture of Peter picking me up, my hands around his neck as we laughed.

More pictures from over the years. Me and Niki. Me and Peter. The last picture. It was a picture of me and Peter. He was sitting in a chair and I was standing behind him. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was smiling up at me while I was smiling at the camera.

The picture was taken only three months ago. And it was taken by Niki.

I slammed the scrapbook shut, then opened the closest window, then I threw it out and slammed the window shut once again.

I didn't notice the two people outside on the street, staring at the photo album.