A matchbook from a hotel in upstate New York. Mohinder had called him out of the blue and asked what he was doing that weekend. Sylar had been nonchalant on the phone but had smiled so wide that thought he would never stop. Whatever it was that had made Mohinder ask, Sylar didn’t care. That had been the best weekend of his life, just the two of
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and i loved the part about the burned CD. something so simple and yet such a huge gesture to him.
this fic reveals everything about their relationship and how it would be in an almost realistic sense. i absolutely adored this. def going in my favs!
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I need some duct tape for my heart now.
That was beautiful.
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Thanks for a lovely comment, glad you like it x
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This is so, so good. And I hope that they work it out...
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Yes, yes it is.
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