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Peter-
Writing a letter to you after you've left just makes it feel like you've died. ...Again.
I guess when it comes to people like us, trying to go for the melodramatic effect doesn't really work as well as it normally would.
Still, I've tried to say something about you being gone about a hundred times, even though others have already made the announcement, but every time I do nothing has managed to come out. It's like trying to sit down and write a paper on nuclear physics or electrical engineering or something that Mohinder would've found interesting but everyone else in the world just finds boring and technical. Not that you're boring and technical. That's not really a good comparison. It's more like... the words are all there on the page but none of them make any sense. It isn't like you haven't left before. I think we've done this three times now, and you've always come back. Different, maybe, but it's still been you, and that's what's counted. It feels different this time. Maybe this time it's worse because the only person left with me from home is the guy we've been trying to get rid of back there for what's amounted to years now.
Isn't that weird? We've known each other for years.
I really miss them, you know. Mohinder and Eden and Hiro and even Luke. It goes without saying that you're missed.
Maybe it is possible for us to be melodramatic even when you're starting off something with the reverse equivalent of 'if you are reading this, then it means I am already dead.' I'm trying not to be, though. Melodramatic, I mean, not dead. I'm trying to hold it together, despite people like Chase saying it's okay if I don't want to or can't. I'm trying to do things that you would have done if you could be here to do them, despite the fact that they might be reckless and stupid. Somewhere my dad's Claire sense is probably tingling and he doesn't know why. You can always count on him to be melodramatic.
It's been over a month now, so I guess that does mean you're not coming back at least for a while. I thought maybe getting some of your stuff would make the process easier but I'm pretty sure that was stupid logic. And now we're back to acting like you've died. Don't worry, I haven't gotten confused. Like I said, I know we'll see each other again. We always do, and we always find each other. Maybe I'll bottle this whole thing up and send it out on a sea voyage and maybe it'll get to you.
Then we can really talk about being melodramatic.
- Claire
PS. The Halloween costume is not my fault.
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Sometimes I wonder if the deities are actually trying to make up for the stunts they pull when it comes to stuff like decorating for Halloween. Like putting out a bunch of pumpkins and lights is just going to make up for whatever their endgame is with all these big seasonal curses. And we'll all forget about it and dress up and drink a lot of bad punch and eat a lot of bad cake and you'll all get sick and tomorrow will go back to everything just being the same as it always is. It never works that way.
Well, I've ended up dressed like Disney Whore Barbie, so I guess that's saying something. This at least means the shoes put me on equal footing with dwarves and Danny DeVito, and that Finnick Odair has to compose an original poem. Possibly about cats.
In more important news, Ginny and I will be around until about 9, so if you're doing the whole Trick or Treat thing and want cookies or candy, get them while they're hot. Well, they're not actually hot, but... you know what I mean. Oh, and anyone who smashes any of our pumpkins out in the hallway will pay for it. Mr. Muggles is prepared to bite and he's already really pissed off at me, so I wouldn't try to tempt fate.
This almost feels like - Happy Halloween, everyone.
[ooc: I apologize for things that I've missed or lost, tag and post-wise. It's been a stressful week or so and I'll be trying to get better this upcoming month. If there's anything I've missed, please do let me know. Also, Claire is Tinkerbell, so come sundown she will be communicating with a dry erase board. And capable of making you fly if you think happy thoughts.]