As the man slammed her into the wall with his hand wrapped around her throat, Claire waited for any sort of flash of pain that would lend her a bit of relief or an escape from all the emotions that had bubbled up to the point of nearly boiling over. She wanted to get away from the doubts and the fears that had been haunting her lately; from all the dreams that were slowly slipping between her fingers as more and more time passed without Sylar waking up from his coma. She didn’t know how to fix him and now she was looking to fix herself.
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