the streets of paris are littered with her ends by fated addiction

A Heroes fic

"I hope he burned,” she says quietly, curling into the crook of Dad’s arm."

. Broken interludes connect together to illustrate her attempts to adjust to this new and empty procession of days, and the writing keeps us quite distant, allowing us a unique view on her situation. I not sure if I completely loved this Claire, but she was well-written and her bitterness and guilt tugged at my heartstrings. An interesting fic.

the streets of paris are littered with her ends