miles from where you are i lay down on the cold ground
Between the help of a few of her new friends and her own meager savings (she collected a few things from the old house, when she had the chance) Madeline found herself an apartment in Porland, Maine, Some Universe. This would be the third she's lived in, so far, and there's not much she's noticed that's different except that the Mac logo has the bit missing on the other side of the apple.
She thinks she got her job at the convenience store because she was wearing a tight sweater on the day of her interview, but that's okay.
She's sleeping on a futon and owns one microwave, but that's what saving is all about. She's keeping an eye on Craigslist for cheap (or free) furniture, when she stops at the internet cafe a few blocks away.
She doesn't know anyone, and no one knows her, but that's okay. She misses their neighbours, but that's okay too, even if her current ones like to crank the volume on their sound system at four in the morning.
Besides a few nights with Alexandra, she's alone. That's okay.
She made her own bed, so if she sleeps in it alone and cries enough to leave speckles of blood across her eyes that has to be okay, because who's she going to complain to? She chose this, little Madeline who always runs away before she can see if she can fix things, so it had better be okay.
She writes his name along her arm in blue pen, one day, over the scars, and she doesn't really know why except that if she didn't do something, she'd break.
It's okay.
She should have fought, she thinks. She should have made him come with her. She should have just died. She should have never tried in the first place. She wishes, for the first time, that Mohinder had just stayed dead.
Maybe it's not okay, but she doesn't know what to do if it isn't.