just_muse_me prompt 14.4.4 [single word - connection]
Claire once read a quote by a woman named Margaret Wheatley that talked about connection; she doesn't know who the woman is really but she remembers the quote well enough.
"When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness. Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other."
She wasn't really sure what to think about the quote, especially now that she faces the long road of immortality. She had no idea when she will stop aging but she has figured out that it will stop eventually, if it hasn't already. She figures that she will look like she does right at the moment or very close to it for the rest of her long life. Forever she will look like she is barely an adult; she will probably face people always wanting to put her into school or not let her into places where you have to be twenty one to enter. It was going to be a struggle to get people to take her seriously but she was getting used to that even now, she was used to people not listening.
Even if she made a connection with someone, it was still going to be hard. How close could she get to someone who she knew would die in what would feel like the blink of an eye? As she went through the years, time would pass quickly for her and memories would blend together. Would she really recall faces that she had known or names for that matter? Would she recall how a person smelled or what their voice sounded like? Would she recall the person or perhaps just the impact that they had on her life at some point. They would be patches in her memory as she continued walking along, wanting the connection, yearning for it and yet being deathly afraid of how broken she will be afterwards.. How many pieces of her heart could she bury before she had none left?
There was one connection though; one that she felt in the center of her soul and it was one that she wanted to break. It had started to forge from the first night they had seen each other, the first time he really looked at her as she stitched herself back together and the first time she saw his eyes in the darkness while he held the other cheerleader to the wall. She had felt it grow then even as she ran from him, even as she tried to get away so that he could never find her.
He found her though, he got what he wanted in the end and she was left fractured. Unable to feel pain but there was something worse that had been left behind. She could feel him and she didn't know how or why. It was right there, like a leech in the center of her, hidden from view and always impossible to find so that she couldn't tear it out. So she could obliterate it and somehow free. It oozed and it grew as it sucked more life out of her; ironic since it was eternal life that he had wanted from her.
She had known it was him almost right away in Primatech, she had known when he took her hand after stealing Angela and she felt it again as he held his arm against her throat. He had told her, he had said they were alike in so many ways basically, she could see that belief in his eyes and she wanted to hide. Not even stabbing the glass into the back of his head helped to cut the connection, the binds that existed between them held even as she ran away from his body. He had left his mark by taking Meredith from her too.
Afterwards everyone practically celebrated about Sylar being gone but she tried to warn them. She tried to find traces after they didn't find a body; she tried to find fresh crime scenes that were practically his calling card screaming out to her that he was still out there. She tried to tell them all, she felt that he was alive still. She knew he was out there but how could she explain it? How could she explain that she had a connection to him? That he probably felt her as strongly as she felt him; maybe he always had and that was how he found her both times.
The Hunter recognized it, he told her that she was like Sylar and she denied it as best as she could but she knew he saw it. The resigned fear that said she knew it, she knew that she was like Sylar because of their connection. As she went through the years, she knew he would never be that far and she would always wait for the next time their paths crossed.
That didn’t leave her feeling whole though, she didn’t want to think that he was necessary to her or that she was necessary to him. He had taken what he wanted but she knew that it was never going to be so easily solved.
They were connected and she knew that was going to somehow last an eternity.
"When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness. Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other."
She wasn't really sure what to think about the quote, especially now that she faces the long road of immortality. She had no idea when she will stop aging but she has figured out that it will stop eventually, if it hasn't already. She figures that she will look like she does right at the moment or very close to it for the rest of her long life. Forever she will look like she is barely an adult; she will probably face people always wanting to put her into school or not let her into places where you have to be twenty one to enter. It was going to be a struggle to get people to take her seriously but she was getting used to that even now, she was used to people not listening.
Even if she made a connection with someone, it was still going to be hard. How close could she get to someone who she knew would die in what would feel like the blink of an eye? As she went through the years, time would pass quickly for her and memories would blend together. Would she really recall faces that she had known or names for that matter? Would she recall how a person smelled or what their voice sounded like? Would she recall the person or perhaps just the impact that they had on her life at some point. They would be patches in her memory as she continued walking along, wanting the connection, yearning for it and yet being deathly afraid of how broken she will be afterwards.. How many pieces of her heart could she bury before she had none left?
There was one connection though; one that she felt in the center of her soul and it was one that she wanted to break. It had started to forge from the first night they had seen each other, the first time he really looked at her as she stitched herself back together and the first time she saw his eyes in the darkness while he held the other cheerleader to the wall. She had felt it grow then even as she ran from him, even as she tried to get away so that he could never find her.
He found her though, he got what he wanted in the end and she was left fractured. Unable to feel pain but there was something worse that had been left behind. She could feel him and she didn't know how or why. It was right there, like a leech in the center of her, hidden from view and always impossible to find so that she couldn't tear it out. So she could obliterate it and somehow free. It oozed and it grew as it sucked more life out of her; ironic since it was eternal life that he had wanted from her.
She had known it was him almost right away in Primatech, she had known when he took her hand after stealing Angela and she felt it again as he held his arm against her throat. He had told her, he had said they were alike in so many ways basically, she could see that belief in his eyes and she wanted to hide. Not even stabbing the glass into the back of his head helped to cut the connection, the binds that existed between them held even as she ran away from his body. He had left his mark by taking Meredith from her too.
Afterwards everyone practically celebrated about Sylar being gone but she tried to warn them. She tried to find traces after they didn't find a body; she tried to find fresh crime scenes that were practically his calling card screaming out to her that he was still out there. She tried to tell them all, she felt that he was alive still. She knew he was out there but how could she explain it? How could she explain that she had a connection to him? That he probably felt her as strongly as she felt him; maybe he always had and that was how he found her both times.
The Hunter recognized it, he told her that she was like Sylar and she denied it as best as she could but she knew he saw it. The resigned fear that said she knew it, she knew that she was like Sylar because of their connection. As she went through the years, she knew he would never be that far and she would always wait for the next time their paths crossed.
That didn’t leave her feeling whole though, she didn’t want to think that he was necessary to her or that she was necessary to him. He had taken what he wanted but she knew that it was never going to be so easily solved.
They were connected and she knew that was going to somehow last an eternity.