Disclaimer: I don't own the song Your Arms Feel Like Home. That belongs to 3 Doors Down. On with the chapter.
I think I've walked too close to love,
And now I'm falling in.
There's so many things this weary soul can't take.
I can't believe that I didn't want to leave him. I don't know why I couldn't, and still can't, bear the thought of leaving Sylar alone like this. Poor guy's probably been alone his whole life. And now I'm walking out. He probably thinks I'm afraid of him now.
You can be rest assured; it's not the case at all. I really do care about Sylar a lot.
Maybe you just caught me by surprise,
The first time that I looked into your eyes.
I've never met someone like Sylar before. Or like me for that matter. Maybe he can help me out with my power. He can teach me to control it. I don't hate him. I couldn't if I tried. But now he's probably thinking otherwise.
There's a life inside of me that I can feel again.
It's the only thing that takes me where I've never been.
I don't care if I lost everything that I have known.
It don't matter where I lay my head tonight.
Your arms feel like home.
They feel like home.
I can't sleep now. This thunderstorm is crazy. I've always feared lightning, ever since I flooded the school. I guess it's the whole "Water conducts electricity" deal. I'm always afraid of getting electrocuted.
I turn over in my bed. I'm trying to sleep, but I can't. The thunder and lightning are keeping me awake. Then I lay flat on my back and try things that way.
"Sylar…" I think, "Think of Sylar".
And I do. I can't help but think of what he could be doing right now. Probably wondering why I left so suddenly. Now I'm thinking about how vulnerable he looked, how beautiful he looked, and still does. It's hard to believe that he thinks of himself as a monster. He looks so noble.
This life ain't the fairy tale we both thought it would.
But I can see your smiling face as it's staring back at me.
This doesn't feel like home anymore. Granted, I've hated this house since we moved in, but now I absolutely despise it. I know I don't belong here, but what can I do? Where can I go? But if I don't belong here, where do I belong?
My mind is screaming nowhere, that I'm an outcast, but my heart says I belong with Sylar. Personally I don't know.
I know we both see these changes now.
I know we both understand somehow.
He probably doesn't want me hanging all over him all the time anyway. Not that I literally would, but still. Not even I would want me hanging around and all over me all the time.
There's a life inside of me that I can feel again.
It's the only thing that takes me where I've never been.
I don't care if I lost everything that I have known.
It don't matter where I lay my head tonight.
Your arms feel like home.
Unable to sleep, I get out of bed, change, put some shoes on, and followed by a raincoat. I then sneak quietly downstairs and leave the house. I know where I need to be, where I want to be. And that's with Sylar.
I make my way across the field and I'm glad I'm not struck by lightning. I make it to the church and close the door behind me with an inaudible click. Hopefully, I'm not interrupting his sleep.
I go downstairs and a surprise awaits me. It's Sylar, fully awake as if waiting for me.
"I knew you'd be back" he says knowingly.
"I don't understand".
"What's there to understand, Celine?".
"How you can suddenly become my best friend after just one day".
Hold on,
You're home to me.
They feel like home.
Just hold on,
You're home to me.
"I guess I have that effect on you. Come here" Sylar opens his arms and I run right to him.
His body's nice and warm. I feel safe around him now. I know where I belong, and it's all thanks to him.
"Sylar, help me" I plead, close to tears.
"With what?".
"My power, I can't control it".
"Shhh…I got you, Celine. I won't let anything hurt you. I'll take care of you".
There's a life inside of me that I can feel again.
It's the only thing that takes me where I've never been.
I don't care if I lost everything that I have known.
It don't matter where I lay my head tonight.
Your arms feel like home.
They feel like home.
They feel like home.
"Promise?".
"I promise" he strokes his hand through my hair and I feel tons better, "Now you have to get some sleep".
"We both do".
We sleep on the sofa. No, nothing happens except that he holds me close all throughout the night. Like I said…I know where I belong now.
A/N: As said, I don't own the song in this chapter. Next chapter: Yep, the one you've all been waiting for. Let's just say that Sylar and Celine won't be going to Wal-Mart again anytime soon. See ya then!