He (he who I once smiled at like he was my own brother) was going to rip me apart, piece by piece.
And as he pulled me apart both with the words that he knew would cut deeper then any type of wounds and his finger was up and all but ready to dig deep into my pink little brain.
But while he was doing this the only words that came out of his would be (those words he had said over and over to me but back then I was never truly listening and that would be the death of me) 'I love you, Brooke Davis, every single part of you.'
(sadly each of those words rang true and stay forever and ever until death do we part, which was in a matter of seconds)
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Three Months Ago:
"He might even out do you in the best friend area, P. Sawyer. You might want to step up your game."
"What every happened to the no boys as friends rule you made up in eight grade?"
"One, Lucas screwed me over and became a friend (well, sort-of) and then the heavens brought me Gabriel, a friend that is a boy but one that I haven't slept with or had any mushy feelings about, clear enough mcbitchy?"
"You really need to stop watching Gray's Anatomy before you rot your brain."
"Blame Deb, she's the one that DVRs it."
Boys as friends, the old Brooke P. Davis would have laughed at that idea (but at that time she was in her slutty years and maybe still is) but the new one has more then one of them.
Well, Lucas Scott doesn't count (not one bit).
But one Gabriel Gray counts a whole lot, more then the rest of them because unlike them he's forever going to be a friend (which didn't last very long and was a bad idea at the very start of this all) and one hell of a good listener.
"Is that a double chocolate chip cake that I smell?"
"Yes, and I made it just for you."
"Gabriel freaking Gray right this moment I'm in love with you."
That was one of many (and I mean many) mistakes that I made that lead to the end of this twisted tale of a friendship between two people in which one of them wanted much, much more.
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"I had no idea (and that was not a lie but a fact)."
His true colors came out sooner that he or I had expected (every single one of them have had something hidden, Peyton being part of one of them) and when they came out it was like a punch in the face or should I say a sliced open head?
"Your telling the truth aren't you? Now how stupid is that, you didn't have a clue about my feelings, not a single clue. So I guess it sure surprised you when I said 'I love you' didn't it?"
"Well, I was a lot more surprised when the 'I love you' followed with tyeing me to a chair and saying you were going to rip me apart, yeah I was surprised."
"It had to be done, Brooke."
('I love you Brooke Davis, more then you'll ever know and I'm so sorry.')
"That's the thing, Gabriel, no it didn't. It didn't have to play out like this. You could have said those three words and gotten them back (just, maybe I would have said them back, just maybe) but now it's way too late for that."
The man I called Gabriel Gray and not the name you call him ('My name Is SYLAR') did not do what the world and I expected of him, he didn't fall and give into nature and strike me dead with a twitch of a finger.
No, he, with one of those fingers that have done nothing but kill over these months, he let me free.
Let my free so that I could run away from the monster that I used to call 'friend' and left me with a kiss that was bittersweet in itself.
And that was the last I saw of the one you call 'Sylar' but I'll keep calling him Gabriel, my once-upon-friend and a love that I never got the chance to have.