Five Hargreeves and me

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘

I wake up, disturbed by sunlight, and sit up. I look at the clock with tired eyes, it's about nine o'clock. Actually way too late for me. I usually get up around 6am and continue my work.

I stand up and pick up the empty alcohol bottles and throw them in the trash.
Now it's time to drink some coffee. I put on my black suit and take a taxi to a small nearby cafe. It's the first time in weeks that I've been outside again.

After about 15 minutes I hand the taxi driver some banknotes and get out. The little café is just right for me, it's lonely and peaceful.
Nobody knows me here and everyone leaves me alone, walk past me as if I didn't exist and that's exactly what I like about this place.

I sit down at a small table in the corner and the waitress comes with a smile and a black knee-length dress and asks what I would like. From me comes a cold, short: "Coffee, black.", without looking at her, then she just nods and walks on in silence.

I take my little notebook out of my jacket pocket and start writing. I write down everything I do, who I talk to and what I think about that person.
I need every piece of information, no matter how worthless, about the people and this place.
And no, no therapist asked me to do that because I don't need therapy. Only sick and weak people need to be treated, but I definitely don't.

After a few minutes she is back and brings me my coffee.
I take a few sips and enjoy the silence and the smell of my black coffee. I like this coffee, it tastes bitter, like me and how life is. Bitter, dark, colorless.

I hated my job as an agent and killing people on assignment.
I never really liked it. But now, that time is finally over and the victims didn't lose their lives for nothing because I did it. New world, new timeline, where everything is back to normal...it seems like everything is back to normal but of course I don't trust it.

It can't just be over like that. Why don't we have superpowers anymore? And what did old Reginald have planned for us before Allison killed him?
And more questions that I don't understand but I will understand them soon. I'll figure it all out...somehow.

I pay for my drink and walk out.
I decide to walk the short way home. Walk the streets unarmed and feel uncomfortable. Having nothing with me and no superpowers to protect me is careless.
I balled my hands into fists. Every noise makes me tense. Luckily I've outgrown puberty, otherwise I would have started sweating because of the nervousness.
Ohh how I hate puberty and experiencing it twice is terrible.

Whatever, I finally get to my small apartment. I take off my jacket and go into a small room next to my bedroom. In this room I think and have written down all theories to find answers. I've been trying to figure things out for weeks but I don't know where to start. There are pieces of paper with bills and important details scattered all over the room, I stuck some of them on the wall for a better overview.

Now I continue my work. Finding out and understanding things in order to get answers to my questions.
And maybe heal myself and finally find peace.

I decide to take a short break and sit down in the middle of the room with the leaves scattered around me and I try to think.
To relax for a short moment because here I am safe, alone, withdrawn.

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