thewatchmaker: (Gabriel is still there)
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
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