[VIMH] Empty
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
- The Who (Behind Blue Eyes)

The dreams I have now are of a red haired woman, with an Irish accent that could make me shiver, screaming my name. Fear on her face as I vanish from her sight leaving her trapped in a time she didn't belong in. I knew I should have tried talking her out of wanting to come with me, something in my gut said something would happen. I just couldn't turn her down, the want to get revenge for her brother's death. I know if something happened to Nathan I'd want the same thing.

Her face haunts me night after night so much that sometimes just sometimes I can almost hear her voice. I know I have to get back there and bring her home. Get her back where she belongs, back home to Ireland. I broke a promise to her and left her alone and for that I am truly sorry. I wonder how much time has passed there for her, is she even alive with the virus? Things that I let eat away at my mind as I try and will myself back to that moment.

She loved me and I let her down. Seems to be what I am good at sometimes.

Peter Petrelli // Heroes // 202 Words