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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 365
Rating: PG
Prompt: Ramses: You will be mine, like my dog, or my horse, or my falcon, except that I shall love you more - and trust you less.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
You Broke My Heart,
I remember what it was like. Racing through my day to spend time with you, and how much I craved the sound of your voice or the touch of your hand. I loved you with all my heart and soul. I was your slave. I would do anything for you. Our nights were filled with such passion; we could have set the world on fire with our desires.
But then something changed. You stopped coming home. You stopped being there for me. You kept telling me that you loved me, but you were always busy. Something kept you out of town, or your new friends needed you. They always came before me.
Soon I was alone. I’d sit here day and night hoping that I’d see you. If I did see you, when you didn’t think I was looking, you were never alone. You were with them. You know nothing hurts me more than being left alone. You know how much it terrifies me. You left me to sit here in solitude while my insecurities ate me from the inside out, because you weren’t here to keep me safe or sane.
I wish you’d told me sooner that you didn’t love me anymore. Or maybe you were just deluding yourself into thinking you did still care about me.
If you hate me now, for building a wall of ice around my heart, remember you cast me adrift first. I was always there for you. I was always willing to drop whatever I was doing for you. But that wasn’t good enough. I want to tell you that I can forgive you, but I don’t think I can. Every time I see you with another I see red. It hurts.
I can’t wait for the day when seeing you stops causing me pain. When that happens I’ll be free to be happy again. Until then I’ll look for someone else to fill the void you left behind. Someone who can patch the hole you tore in my soul when I was stupid enough to let you in.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I wish I’d never tasted your lips.
Sylar
The Letter Blog
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 365
Rating: PG
Prompt: Ramses: You will be mine, like my dog, or my horse, or my falcon, except that I shall love you more - and trust you less.
scifi_muses Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
You Broke My Heart,
I remember what it was like. Racing through my day to spend time with you, and how much I craved the sound of your voice or the touch of your hand. I loved you with all my heart and soul. I was your slave. I would do anything for you. Our nights were filled with such passion; we could have set the world on fire with our desires.
But then something changed. You stopped coming home. You stopped being there for me. You kept telling me that you loved me, but you were always busy. Something kept you out of town, or your new friends needed you. They always came before me.
Soon I was alone. I’d sit here day and night hoping that I’d see you. If I did see you, when you didn’t think I was looking, you were never alone. You were with them. You know nothing hurts me more than being left alone. You know how much it terrifies me. You left me to sit here in solitude while my insecurities ate me from the inside out, because you weren’t here to keep me safe or sane.
I wish you’d told me sooner that you didn’t love me anymore. Or maybe you were just deluding yourself into thinking you did still care about me.
If you hate me now, for building a wall of ice around my heart, remember you cast me adrift first. I was always there for you. I was always willing to drop whatever I was doing for you. But that wasn’t good enough. I want to tell you that I can forgive you, but I don’t think I can. Every time I see you with another I see red. It hurts.
I can’t wait for the day when seeing you stops causing me pain. When that happens I’ll be free to be happy again. Until then I’ll look for someone else to fill the void you left behind. Someone who can patch the hole you tore in my soul when I was stupid enough to let you in.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I wish I’d never tasted your lips.
Sylar
The Letter Blog
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