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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

Dear Gabe,

This is supposed to go to the last person I kissed which is you, but in so many ways you were the first person I kissed as well. Before that first moment when we gave in to our love for each other, I’d never had a real kiss. The others pale in comparison. Hell they weren’t much better than a kiss from mom on the cheek. I was so afraid you’d think I was insane when I kissed you that first time.

With you there is love, there is fire, and there is life. You gave me hope for the future, and the desire to live to see it. I’m not going through the motions anymore. I’m living, and I’m sharing that life with you.

So thank you, for letting me love you. Thank you for saying fuck the morals of convention and doing with me what we want to do. Thank you for giving me someone to spend eternity with who has a brain in their head too. I was so afraid of living forever with someone who couldn’t keep up with me, but you can.

I love you,
Sylar

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