Heroes: Paire Challenge #4


She never knew he watched. The need would build, days he could hold back counting down as on a calender set by some demented watchmaker. Then he’d slip from Jessica’s bed and steal guiltily to the tattered atlas secreted in his lover’s office.

Eyes closed, Molly in his mind, the pin would strike, a scorpion’s tail, to the paper. And Peter would squint, and vanish, and pray no evil tracked him to her door.

Claire was always more dazzling than his memories, always more tempting, always just as forbidden.

Heart broken anew, he’d weep the only tears he had left.