Sylar - Gabriel Gray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
watchmakersylar) wrote2011-06-22 01:29 pm
watchmakersylar) wrote2011-06-22 01:29 pm
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Day 4 - 7 Questions Meme
Day 4 - Do you ever.. maybe sometimes, just for a minute.. wish we were still behind the wall? ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
empath_peter
It’s 3am. I know without looking at the clock that’s ticking away on my side of the bed. I can see the glow of your clock peeking through your thick hair if I glance at your nightstand. Taking a deep breath, I breathe in the warm scent of your skin, your soap and shampoo. Normally being so close to you will lull me to sleep, but not tonight.
This is my reality now, our reality. We’re in your apartment with its nearly barren walls and sparse furniture. There’s more than there was when I first moved in, but it’s not cluttered like the tiny apartment we shared in my nightmare. You were so happy when you set up a bookcase for me in the front room, and I was thrilled at the big box of used books you bought for me to fill it. You had so many of my favorites. You are so good to me.
But tonight I can’t sleep. There are too many sounds. I can hear your neighbor’s TV and the footsteps of your upstairs neighbor on the ceiling. It’s funny when I was alone I would have killed for any sound other than the ticking of my clocks and my heartbeat. But now I wish it was quiet. All I want to hear is you sleeping besides me.
empath_peterIt’s 3am. I know without looking at the clock that’s ticking away on my side of the bed. I can see the glow of your clock peeking through your thick hair if I glance at your nightstand. Taking a deep breath, I breathe in the warm scent of your skin, your soap and shampoo. Normally being so close to you will lull me to sleep, but not tonight.
This is my reality now, our reality. We’re in your apartment with its nearly barren walls and sparse furniture. There’s more than there was when I first moved in, but it’s not cluttered like the tiny apartment we shared in my nightmare. You were so happy when you set up a bookcase for me in the front room, and I was thrilled at the big box of used books you bought for me to fill it. You had so many of my favorites. You are so good to me.
But tonight I can’t sleep. There are too many sounds. I can hear your neighbor’s TV and the footsteps of your upstairs neighbor on the ceiling. It’s funny when I was alone I would have killed for any sound other than the ticking of my clocks and my heartbeat. But now I wish it was quiet. All I want to hear is you sleeping besides me.
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I love it that you're here. I love seeing your books on the shelf, your shoes by the door. It feels like our place now, but.. there are times when I wish it was quieter too. Now that we're back we don't have as much time together. I miss.. *blushes harder* Sometimes.. what I miss most is those quiet nights, when I was pretending to do the yoga you taught me. Mostly, I just watched you as you read, the subtle changes in your expression, licking your finger to turn the page.
I learned to love you there.. but I love you here too.
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You don't have to say anything.