She clutched at Peter’s hand and the old man with the same crooked smile looked at her, with a weak, gentle grin. “Claire, it’s going to be okay.” He said, and his eyes closed, so he didn’t see her cry.He probably didn’t feel her hand tightening around his limp fingers, or hear her completely break down beside him.
At his funeral, she didn’t speak, but watched his children cry and smile as they talked about the man she had once called her hero.
Even heroes die, she thought to herself, caught in her own little web of sorrow, and she would get to watch them all.
That moment you realize you’re both a complete moron AND a complete asshole. Love it.
where is african america?
Anonymous said: Dude the gamecube sucked