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From Twitter 07-29-2010
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Jul. 30th, 2010
Dear Sylar,
I see you in the mirror everyday when you’re brushing your teeth and pretending to shave. I watch the things you do, and I wish I could make you stop. But you don’t listen to me. You don’t listen to anyone. You’re above all of that. Above having a conscience, above caring that you hurt people because you thrive on jealousy. You like to pretend you do it because you’re better than they are.
But I don’t think you are. You’re still me. No matter how hard you fight me, and how deeply you’ve shoved me into the dark corners of your soul. I’m still here, and I feel sorry for you.
No one loves you, and no one ever will. You’re a monster, and I wish I’d been able to stop you in time.
Someday I’ll get my life back, and won’t you be surprised when that happens? It’s a shame you’ve ruined so much of it.
I don’t hate you. How could I? You’re me, and I’m you. But I don’t like you anymore than anyone else does.
Sincerely,
Gabriel Gray
The Letter Blog
I see you in the mirror everyday when you’re brushing your teeth and pretending to shave. I watch the things you do, and I wish I could make you stop. But you don’t listen to me. You don’t listen to anyone. You’re above all of that. Above having a conscience, above caring that you hurt people because you thrive on jealousy. You like to pretend you do it because you’re better than they are.
But I don’t think you are. You’re still me. No matter how hard you fight me, and how deeply you’ve shoved me into the dark corners of your soul. I’m still here, and I feel sorry for you.
No one loves you, and no one ever will. You’re a monster, and I wish I’d been able to stop you in time.
Someday I’ll get my life back, and won’t you be surprised when that happens? It’s a shame you’ve ruined so much of it.
I don’t hate you. How could I? You’re me, and I’m you. But I don’t like you anymore than anyone else does.
Sincerely,
Gabriel Gray
The Letter Blog
The food had been edible. That was the nicest thing I could say about it. It had also been bland, and the steak had been cooked too much. I would have complained but Waitress Barbie had vanished so long ago I forgot what she looked like other than blond hair in a ponytail.
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This story was based on our real life post SDCC dinner. The names have been changed to protect our mundane identities. However our behaviors weren't all that different from what I've presented here.
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This story was based on our real life post SDCC dinner. The names have been changed to protect our mundane identities. However our behaviors weren't all that different from what I've presented here.
