Well, I had thought about doing this ... But it's the last chapter him out almost by force, and I'm not convinced at all ... And last night I was struck by this scene, and had to write it ... I could not stop things like that ... Hope you like
at least a little bit and it does not appear too much cake, haha.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Kisses, see you soon.
Sacrifice: Epilogue.
walked slowly, avoiding a small but noisy groups of people who defied the cold, walked the streets.
He had never liked Christmas, but these were proving particularly odious.
course, you could be in one of its luxury homes, enjoying the warmth of a good fire, but had long since noticed that the cold sensation felt had little to do with climate.
could be one of those parties committed to that Like every year, had been invited. But, despite being treated with courtesy at meetings, had long ceased to pretend respect for him. Where once there was praise and looks frightened, there was now grinning and malicious comments.
Yes, it was still filthy rich. I could still buy all the company wanted. But there were no signs of admiration or reliance on these comrades shooting, only contempt and some sympathy.
And in the end, everything did not care. In his mind there were only two questions, where he was, and why, suddenly, he felt alone without ...
A group of people, busier than anyone else caught his attention.
was a motley crew. A red-haired woman wore the arm of a serious-looking man, but his eyes shone with the screams of women, with a smile dancing on his lips, lectured to a group of young men and women, who laughed openly while doing little runs down the street, playing to hit between them.
also had a couple of teenagers who tried to hide the laughter feigning outrage at such behavior, and a couple of children who were torn between imitating the boys or ignoring the elderly.
At that time, one of the highest placed in front of the group, back to him, dragging one of the boys. I can not enternder what he said, but the laughter of the group rose in intensity, while his companion turned towards him, smiling.
felt a strange twinge in his stomach when he had spoken to the young man leaned over kissing passionately, making the laughs turned into cheers and applause.
Then he moved slightly higher, making the street lights illuminating the show his face and felt the anger grow inside to recognize the man.
The boys laughed at the efforts of Debbie, unconvincing, to put order in the group, oblivious to the cold of the night.
It had been six months since the impromptu wedding of Brian and Justin, and the couple had started the celebrations by inviting his family to dinner in one of the best restaurants in the city, according to Brian to make up for the wedding feast, which consisted in tonnes "food at home" and chocolate chip cookies. Though his friends knew it was not just another of the spontaneous demonstrations of affection and gratitude of the couple.
After the sumptuous dinner decided to walk back home, watching the lights of Christmas were beginning to decorate the city, trying to give meaning more and more absurd, the surreal figures increasingly forming bulbs colors.
games and laughter had been continued all night, although, occasionally, the group exchanged significant glances, watching the couple. Even
were surprised they had the ability to get lost in each other's eyes, saying a thousand things without uttering a word. If things had changed.
It was a physical relationship, no affection, there was something else ... were still completely different, but complemented it perfectly.
Brian was still the same person sarcastic person ever, but his self confidence had grown enough to not be afraid to show their feelings. Even had managed to keep a couple of civilized conversation with Mel, although that was among the lawyers and the public. Before the eyes taunting amused and scandalized her family was for them a hobby that would not give up. Justin
remained the same sweet guy ever, but its independence from the comments of others made him rely less praise and expressions of affection. He knew what he was and what he could offer, and there would be nothing to make him hesitate.
No, no one could understand how they could have survived being separated. Justin was not a blinding light or a dark night Brian. The two together now shone with enough intensity to light the way, but with the softness needed to avoid deslumbrarte. That was what had changed. They had found the balance between two opposite points. Brian
departed slightly, smiling at Justin's smiling expression that filled him with warmth. He turned his head, and then saw him. Justin glanced
to note how slightly increased tension in the body of her husband, which became stronger embrace. It took a few seconds to recognize him.
He seemed shrunken, and his face seemed to have aged twenty years since the last time I had seen, but was, without doubt, Ronald Wallace.
looked back at her husband, who I smile slightly understanding the sudden concern of the artist, kissing her softly on the lips before going again. Ronald
scrutinized green eyes, but found no hatred in them, even contempt. The chestnut had directed a look of pity that increased his fury.
flashed a sneer when they reached their height.
- Well, if the happy couple ...
The group alerted to recognize Wallace. Drew Tucker, Ben and Carl took the lead, standing behind his friends to prevent a possible fight, but stopped them with brown eyes and hold the waist of Justin.
- Mr Wallace ... Looking for someone to blackmail?
Brian had spoken softly, further infuriating man with his indifference. He smiled ironically, closer to him.
- I had, Kinney ...
boys tensed, fearing public reaction. But Justin and Brian shared a knowing look, a smile crossing. Brian turned back to Wallace.
- He who fucks him very well. But it was never yours. On who was in my thought when I was contgo, and it was me you dreamed. You never had.
Justin smiled, proud of her husband, knowing it was true, although he had never counted.
Wallace was losing his smile, not knowing that say. The couple decided to move on, but the employer's voice stopped them again.
- Where is it? - Turned to Ben now, whom he recognized as the person who was seen talking with Roger the night of the exhibition. The teacher raised his eyebrow, pretending to misunderstanding, as he recalled the postcard of thanks had been received from Tuscany, where the former assistant was Wallace heal your soul under the Mediterranean sun, and with the help of a young teacher I had met .- yoga Roger is gone, where is it?
The answer came from the teacher, but Brian, wearing a prevention image of the past into the minds of Justin, Ben and Michael, what looked at him, understanding.
- Who would not? - Brian watched the man with regret, thinking what could have turned his life ...
had already advanced a few yards when Wallace's voice came to them again.
- Do you think you've won, Kinney? Do you believe that your sacrifice will keep by your side? Do you think that will not leave you when you get someone younger or richer? It will. And you can not stop him. Brian
stopped again, dropping to Justin after leaving a kiss on the forehead. Ronald approached, being in front of him after devoting a reassuring gesture to his family, who exchanged a worried look. What Justin will get tired of it and leave you for someone younger has always been one of the greatest fears of the public.
hate that I wanted to be pale and pathetic, but only caused him shame. She flashed a smile.
- No. I can not stop him. Love is not an obligation. It is a privilege. And you can not see, you do not deserve it .- He spoke in a calm voice, as if a child explain why two plus two equals four. He
man to join their family, who smiled proudly.
soon turned their laughter as he walked Justin embraced her husband, excited.
No, they had any obligation to each other. Had it with their own feelings. And although no one could foresee what would happen in the future, his feelings were saying loud and clear that, however hard it was the way debian recorrelo together.
Wallace remained with his eyes on the group long after their silhouettes in the distance had faded, feeling a terrible cold devouring his entrails. Never been so deafening silence as if the echo of voices and laughter of the group had disappeared.
took in giving notice the tears that streaked her face, for the first time since she was a child, while muttering a word that threatened to drown
- Roger ... FIN
walked slowly, avoiding a small but noisy groups of people who defied the cold, walked the streets.
He had never liked Christmas, but these were proving particularly odious.
course, you could be in one of its luxury homes, enjoying the warmth of a good fire, but had long since noticed that the cold sensation felt had little to do with climate.
could be one of those parties committed to that Like every year, had been invited. But, despite being treated with courtesy at meetings, had long ceased to pretend respect for him. Where once there was praise and looks frightened, there was now grinning and malicious comments.
Yes, it was still filthy rich. I could still buy all the company wanted. But there were no signs of admiration or reliance on these comrades shooting, only contempt and some sympathy.
And in the end, everything did not care. In his mind there were only two questions, where he was, and why, suddenly, he felt alone without ...
A group of people, busier than anyone else caught his attention.
was a motley crew. A red-haired woman wore the arm of a serious-looking man, but his eyes shone with the screams of women, with a smile dancing on his lips, lectured to a group of young men and women, who laughed openly while doing little runs down the street, playing to hit between them.
also had a couple of teenagers who tried to hide the laughter feigning outrage at such behavior, and a couple of children who were torn between imitating the boys or ignoring the elderly.
At that time, one of the highest placed in front of the group, back to him, dragging one of the boys. I can not enternder what he said, but the laughter of the group rose in intensity, while his companion turned towards him, smiling.
felt a strange twinge in his stomach when he had spoken to the young man leaned over kissing passionately, making the laughs turned into cheers and applause.
Then he moved slightly higher, making the street lights illuminating the show his face and felt the anger grow inside to recognize the man.
The boys laughed at the efforts of Debbie, unconvincing, to put order in the group, oblivious to the cold of the night.
It had been six months since the impromptu wedding of Brian and Justin, and the couple had started the celebrations by inviting his family to dinner in one of the best restaurants in the city, according to Brian to make up for the wedding feast, which consisted in tonnes "food at home" and chocolate chip cookies. Though his friends knew it was not just another of the spontaneous demonstrations of affection and gratitude of the couple.
After the sumptuous dinner decided to walk back home, watching the lights of Christmas were beginning to decorate the city, trying to give meaning more and more absurd, the surreal figures increasingly forming bulbs colors.
games and laughter had been continued all night, although, occasionally, the group exchanged significant glances, watching the couple. Even
were surprised they had the ability to get lost in each other's eyes, saying a thousand things without uttering a word. If things had changed.
It was a physical relationship, no affection, there was something else ... were still completely different, but complemented it perfectly.
Brian was still the same person sarcastic person ever, but his self confidence had grown enough to not be afraid to show their feelings. Even had managed to keep a couple of civilized conversation with Mel, although that was among the lawyers and the public. Before the eyes taunting amused and scandalized her family was for them a hobby that would not give up. Justin
remained the same sweet guy ever, but its independence from the comments of others made him rely less praise and expressions of affection. He knew what he was and what he could offer, and there would be nothing to make him hesitate.
No, no one could understand how they could have survived being separated. Justin was not a blinding light or a dark night Brian. The two together now shone with enough intensity to light the way, but with the softness needed to avoid deslumbrarte. That was what had changed. They had found the balance between two opposite points. Brian
departed slightly, smiling at Justin's smiling expression that filled him with warmth. He turned his head, and then saw him. Justin glanced
to note how slightly increased tension in the body of her husband, which became stronger embrace. It took a few seconds to recognize him.
He seemed shrunken, and his face seemed to have aged twenty years since the last time I had seen, but was, without doubt, Ronald Wallace.
looked back at her husband, who I smile slightly understanding the sudden concern of the artist, kissing her softly on the lips before going again. Ronald
scrutinized green eyes, but found no hatred in them, even contempt. The chestnut had directed a look of pity that increased his fury.
flashed a sneer when they reached their height.
- Well, if the happy couple ...
The group alerted to recognize Wallace. Drew Tucker, Ben and Carl took the lead, standing behind his friends to prevent a possible fight, but stopped them with brown eyes and hold the waist of Justin.
- Mr Wallace ... Looking for someone to blackmail?
Brian had spoken softly, further infuriating man with his indifference. He smiled ironically, closer to him.
- I had, Kinney ...
boys tensed, fearing public reaction. But Justin and Brian shared a knowing look, a smile crossing. Brian turned back to Wallace.
- He who fucks him very well. But it was never yours. On who was in my thought when I was contgo, and it was me you dreamed. You never had.
Justin smiled, proud of her husband, knowing it was true, although he had never counted.
Wallace was losing his smile, not knowing that say. The couple decided to move on, but the employer's voice stopped them again.
- Where is it? - Turned to Ben now, whom he recognized as the person who was seen talking with Roger the night of the exhibition. The teacher raised his eyebrow, pretending to misunderstanding, as he recalled the postcard of thanks had been received from Tuscany, where the former assistant was Wallace heal your soul under the Mediterranean sun, and with the help of a young teacher I had met .- yoga Roger is gone, where is it?
The answer came from the teacher, but Brian, wearing a prevention image of the past into the minds of Justin, Ben and Michael, what looked at him, understanding.
- Who would not? - Brian watched the man with regret, thinking what could have turned his life ...
had already advanced a few yards when Wallace's voice came to them again.
- Do you think you've won, Kinney? Do you believe that your sacrifice will keep by your side? Do you think that will not leave you when you get someone younger or richer? It will. And you can not stop him. Brian
stopped again, dropping to Justin after leaving a kiss on the forehead. Ronald approached, being in front of him after devoting a reassuring gesture to his family, who exchanged a worried look. What Justin will get tired of it and leave you for someone younger has always been one of the greatest fears of the public.
hate that I wanted to be pale and pathetic, but only caused him shame. She flashed a smile.
- No. I can not stop him. Love is not an obligation. It is a privilege. And you can not see, you do not deserve it .- He spoke in a calm voice, as if a child explain why two plus two equals four. He
man to join their family, who smiled proudly.
soon turned their laughter as he walked Justin embraced her husband, excited.
No, they had any obligation to each other. Had it with their own feelings. And although no one could foresee what would happen in the future, his feelings were saying loud and clear that, however hard it was the way debian recorrelo together.
Wallace remained with his eyes on the group long after their silhouettes in the distance had faded, feeling a terrible cold devouring his entrails. Never been so deafening silence as if the echo of voices and laughter of the group had disappeared.
took in giving notice the tears that streaked her face, for the first time since she was a child, while muttering a word that threatened to drown
- Roger ... FIN
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