Jul. 22nd, 2010

I can do this. I had the dream. I know I can fly. I swallowed the five pound lump of fear in my throat and looked down into the alley below. It was so far beneath my feet. I pulled out my phone, calling Nathan again. He was taking too long to get here. He had to see that I could fly.

Knew he wouldn’t believe me unless I proved it to him. He wouldn’t believe me if I told him the sky was blue unless I dragged him out to see it with his own eyes. He will believe.

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“Christ, Nathan, you’re making my eyes water. Do you think you drank enough?” His breath hit me from across the room. “You are not the only man on earth who’s been dumped.”

“I’m Nathan Petrelli. I do not get dumped. I am the dumper never the dumpee.” He groaned when I took the bottle from him and tugged him to his feet. “Where are we going?”

“You’re taking a shower, then you’re going to bed.”

“With you?” He pressed his lips against mine and tightened his grip on me.

“Yeah with me. Come on if Ma sees you, we’re dead.”

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