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From Twitter 07-23-2010
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Jul. 24th, 2010
Dear Gabriel,
Hey look, another letter to you, little brother. I know it’s a sure sign of how incredibly fucked in the head I am, but my favorite memory will always be you smacking me in the head with that coffee mug when we were fighting about Elle. You were so mad at me, and I admit I was pushing your buttons. I wanted you to see that you deserved better than that whore, but you knew that already. But I still wouldn’t back down. I had to push and push and push until you snapped.
My chin hit the counter, nearly bit clear through my tongue too. Then you did the one thing you hadn’t before. You dug around in my brain for a power while you had me down, your fingers in my brain kept me from healing. I was scared for a few moments that you’d be too lost in the hunger to let me regenerate.
But you did. You let me come back, and I was so mad at you. I remember screaming at you to use my name, backing you into a corner while we smeared my blood all over your floor. I was livid, but we still took care of each other because that’s what we do. We cleaned each other up and the apartment. Then I stayed with you all night.
The only way it could have been better is if I’d kissed you the way I wanted to. I wish I hadn’t been afraid. Stupid isn’t it? I wasn’t afraid of making you angry, but I was afraid to tell you that I was in love with you. Of course I hadn’t realized it until that night either. That’s the real reason it’s special for me. It’s when I stopped turning a blind eye to what was right in front of me all along. The person I needed the most was you.
Forever and Always,
Sylar
The Letter Blog
Hey look, another letter to you, little brother. I know it’s a sure sign of how incredibly fucked in the head I am, but my favorite memory will always be you smacking me in the head with that coffee mug when we were fighting about Elle. You were so mad at me, and I admit I was pushing your buttons. I wanted you to see that you deserved better than that whore, but you knew that already. But I still wouldn’t back down. I had to push and push and push until you snapped.
My chin hit the counter, nearly bit clear through my tongue too. Then you did the one thing you hadn’t before. You dug around in my brain for a power while you had me down, your fingers in my brain kept me from healing. I was scared for a few moments that you’d be too lost in the hunger to let me regenerate.
But you did. You let me come back, and I was so mad at you. I remember screaming at you to use my name, backing you into a corner while we smeared my blood all over your floor. I was livid, but we still took care of each other because that’s what we do. We cleaned each other up and the apartment. Then I stayed with you all night.
The only way it could have been better is if I’d kissed you the way I wanted to. I wish I hadn’t been afraid. Stupid isn’t it? I wasn’t afraid of making you angry, but I was afraid to tell you that I was in love with you. Of course I hadn’t realized it until that night either. That’s the real reason it’s special for me. It’s when I stopped turning a blind eye to what was right in front of me all along. The person I needed the most was you.
Forever and Always,
Sylar
The Letter Blog
I fear that I may be the bad RPer. I lashed out in earlier posts at Chickies #1, 2 and 3. By doing that I may have frightened another RP partner by making her think she couldn’t tell me what she was really feeling about our game and real life issues she is dealing with. I hope that isn’t the case, and if it is, Christ I suck ass.
I don’t rant unless you’ve got it coming, and you’re a really, really bad player. I reserve that for the stalkers, the Mary Sues and the people who can’t tell game from life.
If you’re someone I RP with and made friends with outside of game, I hope you know that you can tell me the truth about everything. I might be hurt for a little bit, but I can grow the fuck up and deal with it. I’ve looked back on a recent conversation, and I’m not happy with what I said there.
I do feel like I’ve crossed the line, and I’m sorry.
I don’t rant unless you’ve got it coming, and you’re a really, really bad player. I reserve that for the stalkers, the Mary Sues and the people who can’t tell game from life.
If you’re someone I RP with and made friends with outside of game, I hope you know that you can tell me the truth about everything. I might be hurt for a little bit, but I can grow the fuck up and deal with it. I’ve looked back on a recent conversation, and I’m not happy with what I said there.
I do feel like I’ve crossed the line, and I’m sorry.
