She lost count of how many times she washed her hair, her body, but it was until the water started twisting down the drain clean. But no matter how many times she tried, no matter how much conditioner she used, no matter how much pain it caused, her hair was... knotted so badly she was pretty sure she'd have to cut it. And she was equally sure she might cry. Her chest grew tighter with each tug she tried to work through the strands, and the tears were building by the time the comb broke and started to use her fingers.
It just wasn't fair. Did he have to kill her, and leave her in a grave for so long she'd have to shave her head, too?
She let out a frustrated growl, picked up the broken comb, and hurled it at the door. "Sylar!" she called out his name angrily (he wasn't Gabriel anymore), her face contorted in anger. He was going to fix this.
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Date: 2009-10-28 11:47 pm (UTC)It just wasn't fair. Did he have to kill her, and leave her in a grave for so long she'd have to shave her head, too?
She let out a frustrated growl, picked up the broken comb, and hurled it at the door. "Sylar!" she called out his name angrily (he wasn't Gabriel anymore), her face contorted in anger. He was going to fix this.