A moment with the worst pain of his life was worth all the pleasure that would follow.

Gabriel wished he knew where his home was.

Gabriel often wondered if someone would reach out and help him if they could read the thoughts that were going through his mind.

1. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” Gabriel said softly, crawling up onto the bed where his Mother was sitting, crying, and he wrapped his arms around her neck to hug her tightly. He knew that it wasn’t his fault what had happened, but when she was said, he felt that he should say it. It was what they said at funerals after all, and since her husband, and his ( Read more... )

( All ten moments. )

2) “I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare.” -Tori AmosGabriel sat bolt upright in his bed, panting. His sheets had been tossed on the floor from his thrashings and his pajamas were damp with sweat, and he looked around wildly, reaching to flick on the lights to illuminate his apartment ( Read more... )

3) “The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection.” --Thomas Paine“Why isn’t it working? It’s supposed to…I’m supposed to…dammit ( Read more... )

Gabriel sank down on the floor, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to regain composure. He was panting, visibly upset, and even more when he opened his eyes and cast a glance over at the body that was slowly oozing blood out onto his floor from where the top of his head had been removed. This death, it wasn’t his fault, was it? Elle had brought ( Read more... )

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

”Mommy, mommy, mommy! Sister Francesca said that I get to play a wise man in the play!” the little boy exclaimed as he ran across ( Read more... )

(( Prompt image))“You brought this upon yourself, Elle, there wasn’t any other way,” Sylar said softly as he looked down at the lifeless body of the only woman other than his mother that could have ever loved him for who he truly was. But the person he was, deep down under everything, that person was a mere shadow of who he was now; and he didn’t ( Read more... )