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Who: Sylar and Claire
When: Today
Where: At the clock tower
Rating: LOL idk
Warnings: Nothing out of the usual
Summary: On this episode of As the Purg Turns, after being pulled through yet another one of Claire's melodramatic situations, Sylar is pissed off and over the whole "caring about it" thing. More melodrama and emo ensue. Get out the

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Claire had left Adam's as soon as she explained what was going on, and as soon as she had calmed down enough to see clearly through her mess of tears. She was angry, but at no one but herself. Because she knew that she had caused this, she had brought trouble upon herself, like she always did. She was a stupid, stupid little girl, and she was about to lose the one person she cared the most about. And she wasn't going to let tht happen. She couldn't, because she knew that she couldn't go without him. She ran all the way to the clock tower barefoot and in clothes that weren't appropriate for the chilly weather, but didn't feel anything except the panic that was setting in.

Can't lose him, can't let him go.

She repeated the thought over and over in her head as a way of steeling herself and calming herself for what she knew was about to come, and didn't let herself slow down or pause until she had blurred up the steps and was standing atop the tower. Breathing heavily and gasping for air, she leaned over and rested the palms of her hands on her knees.

"Sylar." She mumured his name on a breath out, knowing full well he could hear her. So she didn't bother trying to force herself to speak up, and instead stood upright as she collected herself and her breathing began to regulate on its own. She was unsure of what to say, unsure of what exactly would make things right. She had so many words, so many things she could tell him, half of which he wouldn't even begin to grasp the concept of. But he didn't want her words, didn't want the empty promises she had been giving him.

And she didn't want to give those to him, not anymore. He deserved better. Maybe he did deserve better than what she gave him. And that fact alone was enough to cause her resolve to quickly and rapidly crack, and she bowed her head in order to hide the tears as her hair fell down into her face.

"You deserve more than what I've been giving you. More than what I am. I'm not making you happy, because I'm too busy getting into trouble. I don't mean to, it just happens. I don't go out looking for it, I don't want to make you mad." She attempted to explain, before biting at her lip. No more pointless words and stupid explanations.

"I'd do anything for you, anything you want. Anything to keep you. I love you. And I really can't lose you. You're everything to me."