If only, if only it had gone another way, gone in the way of love rather then business (that had the ugly chance of turning into the unforgivable pleasure), if only.
"You."
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The pie came along with something I liked a whole lot more (and Peach is my favorite), one petite blond named Elle Bishop.
She had the luck of becoming the very first woman that I could say I loved (other then my mother of course) or even spent hours upon hours with.
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"Sylar, what the hell are you doing here? (I'm scared, even if I look like a strong little girl, I'm scared)"
For one second this familiar face before me became the memory I kept tucked in the back of my head (along with everything that was Gabriel Gray).
When I started on my journey back to the old me (which was full of bumps and crashes) all the memories that I kept locked away began to flood back and by far she was the star of them all.
"Elle? (I'm a changed man, top to bottom, but of course you won't believe that)."
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Near the end of our little dance ('forgive me' 'pie' and of course 'who are you?') that seemed to last longer then it really was (one week, a day, and three hours) until it all came crashing down in ruin.
"Get out, (while I finish off your job of damning me to hell)."
With one flick of my finger all my world crumbled down and I came out a monster, the one very thing I was afraid of.
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"I guess we'll have to put our issues aside and work together?"
(hell no, hell no, tripe hell no, but of course it all means one slowly coming yes)
"Looks like it, Sylar,(every time I say that name Gabriel seems to scream out in my head) but try anything and your fried, got it?"
"Got it, El."
I could sit around saying if only, if only but for the time being it's not about the past but future that we have to face, side by side.
You never quite know what will happen.