wendy: peter... what are your real feelings?
peter: feelings?
wendy: what do you feel? happiness? sadness? jealousy? anger?
peter: anger? hook...
wendy: love?
peter: love? i have never heard of it.
wendy: i think you have peter. i dare say you've felt it yourself... for something, or someone.
peter: never. even the sound of it offends me.
wendy: peter--
peter: why do you have to spoil everything? i taught you how to fight and fly. what more could there be?
wendy: there is so much more.
peter: what? what else is there!?
wendy: i don't know. i think it becomes clearer when you grow up.
peter: well i will not grow up. you cannot make me. i will banish you like tinker bell.
wendy: i will not be banished!
peter: then go home. go home and grow up. and take your feelings with you!

well that was easy enough.




i say "i'm sorry. i can't do this anymore."

he says, "it's okay. i figured something was up."

and that's that. honestly, i had hoped for a little more... resistance? at least tell me not to go. tell me you think this could be wrong. tell me you can't stop thinking about me.



lie to me.

i'm giving you all a de-friending amnesty because i haven't been around (seemingly, at all) and can't really keep up with my FList. school is too busy, my head is too busy, and after hour activities are too time consuming. journals are meant to be a place where you can write down your intimate thoughts away from the people you interact with on a daily basis. it's a place for secrets and working out ideas. but lately i've felt that i've had to edit my own voicings-- and that? that isn't right.

so i'm giving you all an opportunity to defriend me. you don't have to comment, or say you're sorry or give me a reason why. we all grow older at different paces and move back and forth between our likes and dislikes. it's no ones fault that people who were once close grow apart.

i'm going to make an effort to turn this into what it is meant to be-- a real journal with my deepest utterance of thoughts and ideas and irrational fears. if you like what you see, then please, stick around. otherwise, it's been nice knowing you. and i guess all there is left to say is:



so long and thanks for all the fish.
(don't forget you can follow me at tumblr and twitter )

i will be better today, i swear.

heroes. pg13. sylar!nathan/claire (implied), peter/claire, sylar/claire.
post season three.
her father's words echoed in her head, what you're feeling isn't real. she swallows and expects her stomach to tie in knots. but that worry, that fear and anxiety she knew so well was missing. "it's true, isn't it?" she questions, "you can alter people's emotions."






( part four of four. )

( epilogue. )



previous parts: part one | part two | three