Well, it's definitive, fully locoy my LJ does whatever he pleases is completely independent of what I want to do ... My header gone again, but the other day he came home by himself, so wait patiently back again, haha. If that is entirely independent ... Yesterday
Most viewed I could not in all day, so this morning I have been recovering arrears stories ....
Well, I wanted to thank everyone s for autographs and congratulations last week ... I wanted to have used the weekend to write. but the truth is I'm pretty locked and what I have left is pretty disappointing ... but I wanted to congratulate the birthday girl these days in conditions.
No big deal, but made with great affection, I hope you had a wonderful time and I have rained gifts and tokens of affection.
s Kisses for everyone, and special hugs Marikamp, never forget your beautiful birthday, I promise .... Adamawa feel the delay ... but better late than never, is not it, haha, Nito_punk many thanks again for the header and your help and Susgus beautiful, what a birthday yesterday.
course, spring is very very productive, haha.
do not know if I miss the birthday of someone, if so I apologize and feel included in these gifts.
much joy!
Challenge 45: "What was ..."
Author: Iholan
Title: Sometimes, losing is winning
Summary: It is very cortito to summarize
Warning: Post
513 Characters: Brandon / Brian / Justin
Those are made of gold with the characters are the Cowlip, I just take care of them.
Hope you like, even just a little bit, because my head is not enough for more ...
Kisses for everyone s.
Sometimes losing is winning. R
Ecorr the local with the glance, scorning the proposals of those around you, looking for him.
been two years since the last time you were near him, two years that you have become one of the new stallions of Pittsburgh, two years of parties and confusion of a night.
But long ago it started to get bored, not that I do not like knowing you are the center of attention of all gays Liberty av., is that you feel that among the looks of adoration and desire, you are missing something, there is still someone who has not owned and with whom you have an outstanding bill.
Because you know that for a legend is born, the other must succumb. And while Brian Kinney long ago relinquished that title, he is the king of Babylon and Liberty Avenue, himself king your refuse a day, the same beat you on that bet, the same as after you've had available, naked on her bed, I had rejected.
No, never recognize it, but inside you know that if it was hard to lose that bet, much more humiliating was he rejected claim your prize.
At last I find it, just leaning on the bar, ignoring the stares of desire and the insinuations of those around him, staring at the door, incredibly beautiful under the light bulbs.
- Bored, Kinney? - You go slowly, with your best smile of a hunter, as he leads you a quizzical look, recognizing the game.
- Brandon! - How about hunting? -
- Well ... I think I've thrown to me ... Almost all-you naked with your eyes, while your hand rests on his arm, with a smile that speaks of lust and desire .- Only one person that interests me tonight ...
You smile the young man, recalling How was your life a few years ago. If you know the game. Hell, you made the game alpha male in search of prey different every night, it is not difficult, the same words, the gestures ... sex, just that, without further complications.
feel the stares of those around you awaiting you, every gesture, glance and word will remain on file in their reports and then be thoroughly analyzed, the two legends of Liberty Avenue, the two men most wanted face to face.
feel the deep blue eyes fixed on you long before you see them, wondering how both have changed your life and find the explanation when I returned the smile: it is life.
- Well I hope you get lucky. I just found the one person that I am interested in talking to a few centimeters ...- of his mouth, watching her slowly disappear smirk.
tour you just a moment, watching the blond boy two years ago is the only obstenta the privilege of entering the great Kinney bed, wondering what will be done to tame. We stop again.
- You won the bet. I thought you'd want cobrartela .- The green-eyed smile is like a magnet, and you feel the need to catch his lips from yours, as if you were a delicacy and a hungry man.
- Sometimes, when you win, you lose.
You move away from Brandon, feeling your eyes on her neck, not hear comments about you, without even noticing the tide of bodies that opens before you to let pass without taking his eyes off those blue eyes that watch you from relieved pride and fun.
- You're late, Your eager lips over his mouth preventing Justin respond to your greeting, and let out a groan when he breaks contact, need fresh air.
"You missed the opportunity to collect old debts.
Your mind back in time, come back to see the pain in the eyes of Justin, go back to see you out of your life, not angry or bitter, but disappointed, and go back to hating you for not being able to hold him, to say that it was what really care ... and you know you could not bear to hurt again.
- Sometimes, when you lose, you win.
I see dancing in the middle of the floor, alone in the crowd to cheers, seeking to draw your attention, and know that together the two, are freer than they ever were separately. They are the king and the prince of Babylon, and you'll soon be a legend, and who knows, maybe fate will also have reserved a prince with golden hair and deep blue eyes.
been two years since the last time you were near him, two years that you have become one of the new stallions of Pittsburgh, two years of parties and confusion of a night.
But long ago it started to get bored, not that I do not like knowing you are the center of attention of all gays Liberty av., is that you feel that among the looks of adoration and desire, you are missing something, there is still someone who has not owned and with whom you have an outstanding bill.
Because you know that for a legend is born, the other must succumb. And while Brian Kinney long ago relinquished that title, he is the king of Babylon and Liberty Avenue, himself king your refuse a day, the same beat you on that bet, the same as after you've had available, naked on her bed, I had rejected.
No, never recognize it, but inside you know that if it was hard to lose that bet, much more humiliating was he rejected claim your prize.
At last I find it, just leaning on the bar, ignoring the stares of desire and the insinuations of those around him, staring at the door, incredibly beautiful under the light bulbs.
- Bored, Kinney? - You go slowly, with your best smile of a hunter, as he leads you a quizzical look, recognizing the game.
- Brandon! - How about hunting? -
- Well ... I think I've thrown to me ... Almost all-you naked with your eyes, while your hand rests on his arm, with a smile that speaks of lust and desire .- Only one person that interests me tonight ...
You smile the young man, recalling How was your life a few years ago. If you know the game. Hell, you made the game alpha male in search of prey different every night, it is not difficult, the same words, the gestures ... sex, just that, without further complications.
feel the stares of those around you awaiting you, every gesture, glance and word will remain on file in their reports and then be thoroughly analyzed, the two legends of Liberty Avenue, the two men most wanted face to face.
feel the deep blue eyes fixed on you long before you see them, wondering how both have changed your life and find the explanation when I returned the smile: it is life.
- Well I hope you get lucky. I just found the one person that I am interested in talking to a few centimeters ...- of his mouth, watching her slowly disappear smirk.
tour you just a moment, watching the blond boy two years ago is the only obstenta the privilege of entering the great Kinney bed, wondering what will be done to tame. We stop again.
- You won the bet. I thought you'd want cobrartela .- The green-eyed smile is like a magnet, and you feel the need to catch his lips from yours, as if you were a delicacy and a hungry man.
- Sometimes, when you win, you lose.
You move away from Brandon, feeling your eyes on her neck, not hear comments about you, without even noticing the tide of bodies that opens before you to let pass without taking his eyes off those blue eyes that watch you from relieved pride and fun.
- You're late, Your eager lips over his mouth preventing Justin respond to your greeting, and let out a groan when he breaks contact, need fresh air.
"You missed the opportunity to collect old debts.
Your mind back in time, come back to see the pain in the eyes of Justin, go back to see you out of your life, not angry or bitter, but disappointed, and go back to hating you for not being able to hold him, to say that it was what really care ... and you know you could not bear to hurt again.
- Sometimes, when you lose, you win.
I see dancing in the middle of the floor, alone in the crowd to cheers, seeking to draw your attention, and know that together the two, are freer than they ever were separately. They are the king and the prince of Babylon, and you'll soon be a legend, and who knows, maybe fate will also have reserved a prince with golden hair and deep blue eyes.
Author: Iholan
Title: A good mother
Notes: Post 513. Death of a secondary character
Characters: Brian / Debbie, Joan
characters remain Cowlip, bad luck ... A good mother
Brian looked to infinity, asking what was there while trying to put some order in their feelings. Joan had long
was sick, she knew. At the end of the day was he who paid their bills.
But still, the doctor's call announcing it was a matter of hours had taken him by surprise.
At the hospital had to suppress a grin at the thought of unreality of the situation: he sat at the foot of the bed of the woman who years earlier he had disowned him as his holy sister was at home, unable, she said, to withstand stress.
had never stopped to think that would feel at the death of his mother, of course you never wanted something like that, but neither would have imagined that this feeling of emptiness inside.
tried to remember a single moment that Joan would have embraced what would have smiled and had told him how proud I was of him. But he could not find any.
flocked to his mind only memories of that cold and arrogant woman, strictly against any sign of weakness as tears or hugs, a woman eternally dissatisfied with his life. Joan
was removed, leading him out of his pensamientos.Se approached her, she opened her eyes holding her hand.
- Are you tu.Jack? - Brian sighed at the drunken ravings of the woman, his hand slightly aprentando .- We have a child is a boy ... Jack ...
thought he had lost consciousness again, but his voice rough and agony of Joan returned to fill the room.
- Who are you? Have you seen my son? - I glanced out of focus .- school again soon. It's a very smart guy ... Brian
tried to find a word to reassure her, but the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.
- Jack did not want him ... no I wanted to keep it. If he had not been born everything would be different ... I still want Jack ... Brain
dominated the urge to run, looking away.
- I thought he would be different, they respect me ... but it is a monster, an abomination in the eyes of God ... It has been condemned to hell, though I tried to open his eyes ...- Your edos is suddenly twitched on his son's hand, looking scared around .- No! ... I am a good mother ... They say that hell awaits me ... laugh at me ... You lie! - Joined a bit, facing voices that only she could hear, leaving a few centimeters from the face of his son, watching him without him .- He was a good Christian, I have been a good mother. Tell!. Tell them I've been a good mother ...
The lay back, hearing muttering nonsense words, blinking back tears.
- If you've been a good mother.
was barely a whisper, but she seemed to hear him because the tension was gone from his face
- Brian ...- moments later, she breathed her last sispiro. Brian
drove aimlessly. He had not wanted to call Justin, I knew I would be concerned and at that time had no strength to talk to anyone.
did not know how it got Debbie's house. He left the car with his hands in his jacket pockets leather and sat on the porch, oblivious to the cold of dawn.
She hung up after reassuring Justin. The artist had awakened at dawn, surprised to be found only in bed. A feeling
him to call the hospital in which Joan Kinney had entered a few weeks, where they confirmed that Ms. Kinney had died and that his son had just left the hospital.
Neither could explain why it had taken to calling Debbie, who advised him to try to rest a little longer, Brian needed to be alone ...
But it was no longer able to lie was her maternal instinct to obey what he said that the most rebellious and vulnerable children would need.
A couple of hours later she heard him coming. Justin called for calm, telling Dinner called that morning would not go to work and prepare two cups of coffee while watching the advertiser.
staring at a point on the horizon, the pale and tired, chestnut seemed more real and more beautiful than ever.
He sat at his side, leaving one of the cups at his side, took a while to break the silence that reigned in the cold morning.
- You know my first thought upon seeing you?
Brian smiled slightly.
- Stay away from my baby? - Both laughed briefly.
- After that ... I saw a cheeky little brat of fourteen playing at being a tough guy, a kid who could not even imagine all the good that was inside him ... Brian
his jaw.
- just wanted to know if you go to heaven ... what he said he had been a good mother who had won paradise. I never knew was there suddenly ...- paused, unable to speak.
- You're a good person, Brian. You're a good husband, good father and a good friend. You are the son that every mother would want.
No one spoke for a few minutes, Brian's eyes filled with tears.
- Come on, make a frivolous of balls here.
let herself was Michael's old room, leaving clothing for women, feeling like dying a little cold inside. Debbie lies down with him, hugging you back on the blankets.
Brian smiled through her tears.
- You're a good mother. Deb
smile, leaving a kiss on the nape of her favorite child.
- Sleep, my son. Rest. Mom is here.
was sick, she knew. At the end of the day was he who paid their bills.
But still, the doctor's call announcing it was a matter of hours had taken him by surprise.
At the hospital had to suppress a grin at the thought of unreality of the situation: he sat at the foot of the bed of the woman who years earlier he had disowned him as his holy sister was at home, unable, she said, to withstand stress.
had never stopped to think that would feel at the death of his mother, of course you never wanted something like that, but neither would have imagined that this feeling of emptiness inside.
tried to remember a single moment that Joan would have embraced what would have smiled and had told him how proud I was of him. But he could not find any.
flocked to his mind only memories of that cold and arrogant woman, strictly against any sign of weakness as tears or hugs, a woman eternally dissatisfied with his life. Joan
was removed, leading him out of his pensamientos.Se approached her, she opened her eyes holding her hand.
- Are you tu.Jack? - Brian sighed at the drunken ravings of the woman, his hand slightly aprentando .- We have a child is a boy ... Jack ...
thought he had lost consciousness again, but his voice rough and agony of Joan returned to fill the room.
- Who are you? Have you seen my son? - I glanced out of focus .- school again soon. It's a very smart guy ... Brian
tried to find a word to reassure her, but the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.
- Jack did not want him ... no I wanted to keep it. If he had not been born everything would be different ... I still want Jack ... Brain
dominated the urge to run, looking away.
- I thought he would be different, they respect me ... but it is a monster, an abomination in the eyes of God ... It has been condemned to hell, though I tried to open his eyes ...- Your edos is suddenly twitched on his son's hand, looking scared around .- No! ... I am a good mother ... They say that hell awaits me ... laugh at me ... You lie! - Joined a bit, facing voices that only she could hear, leaving a few centimeters from the face of his son, watching him without him .- He was a good Christian, I have been a good mother. Tell!. Tell them I've been a good mother ...
The lay back, hearing muttering nonsense words, blinking back tears.
- If you've been a good mother.
was barely a whisper, but she seemed to hear him because the tension was gone from his face
- Brian ...- moments later, she breathed her last sispiro. Brian
drove aimlessly. He had not wanted to call Justin, I knew I would be concerned and at that time had no strength to talk to anyone.
did not know how it got Debbie's house. He left the car with his hands in his jacket pockets leather and sat on the porch, oblivious to the cold of dawn.
She hung up after reassuring Justin. The artist had awakened at dawn, surprised to be found only in bed. A feeling
him to call the hospital in which Joan Kinney had entered a few weeks, where they confirmed that Ms. Kinney had died and that his son had just left the hospital.
Neither could explain why it had taken to calling Debbie, who advised him to try to rest a little longer, Brian needed to be alone ...
But it was no longer able to lie was her maternal instinct to obey what he said that the most rebellious and vulnerable children would need.
A couple of hours later she heard him coming. Justin called for calm, telling Dinner called that morning would not go to work and prepare two cups of coffee while watching the advertiser.
staring at a point on the horizon, the pale and tired, chestnut seemed more real and more beautiful than ever.
He sat at his side, leaving one of the cups at his side, took a while to break the silence that reigned in the cold morning.
- You know my first thought upon seeing you?
Brian smiled slightly.
- Stay away from my baby? - Both laughed briefly.
- After that ... I saw a cheeky little brat of fourteen playing at being a tough guy, a kid who could not even imagine all the good that was inside him ... Brian
his jaw.
- just wanted to know if you go to heaven ... what he said he had been a good mother who had won paradise. I never knew was there suddenly ...- paused, unable to speak.
- You're a good person, Brian. You're a good husband, good father and a good friend. You are the son that every mother would want.
No one spoke for a few minutes, Brian's eyes filled with tears.
- Come on, make a frivolous of balls here.
let herself was Michael's old room, leaving clothing for women, feeling like dying a little cold inside. Debbie lies down with him, hugging you back on the blankets.
Brian smiled through her tears.
- You're a good mother. Deb
smile, leaving a kiss on the nape of her favorite child.
- Sleep, my son. Rest. Mom is here.
Author: Iholan
Title: Closing wounds
Characters: Jonh, Brian
Summary: Nothing, a little letter to his nephew Brian ... give it a try to the boy melon
Post 513
Cowlip The characters are incredible as it seems .. Closing wounds
"Dear Brian,
the truth is that, of all things I've done in my life, writing this letter is the hardest. It will be for Kinney words and feelings home.
I know I have no right to address you after all these years, after much damage as you did. Asin, if you've got here, thanks.
not write this letter to ask forgive me, I know very well I do not deserve. not try to justify or understand what why I did when I myself do not understand.
just knew that I hated you, a stupid way of a kid stupid to hide the envy ...
know, I admired as a child, you were my hero. I thought hearing about you, Brian, the black sheep of the family, so far, so self-sufficient, so free.
If your absence from family life will become the center of it. It is not easy to live under the specter of a giant.
was not a surprise that you were gay, but if it was the reaction of the grandmother. He heard about you, your disgusting lifestyle, what you were degenerated. And I dreaded the idea of believing that I could be a monster ...
Still, I liked the few moments that we spent at home, while my mother cried and I cried God knows why, and I wondered why we no longer wanted to dwarf me in your life, as you seemed to love that child, a baby just that you appear in photos.
Yes, I think, therefore I chose revenge, if you do not want me in your life, I do not want you in mine. But I needed a last memory bracelet.
Yes, I know that jealousy, lack of a father figure, fear not explain my behavior, but I said I'm not trying to justify myself.
I read the news of your wedding with that blond guy, the same that ended my mistake. Say it is a great artist.
I know you have a life, a family that has found a way to live in peace with everyone.
're so lucky to have someone by your side. And he too is lucky to have you, almost as much as the child of the photos.
soon emerge from the juvenile correctional and I go to London to live with my father. The dwarf wants to come with me. Mom objects, but it may be best for him.
Who knows, maybe in the old continent get a new life. Maybe find a way to get say the magic words and assume that I am, without fear of rejection or they will say.
may find someone able to save everything, including me. And who
knows, maybe one day find a way to forgive, to be able to think of your nephew John without rancor. Maybe one day our paths will cross down the street and greet us as usual ...
Meanwhile, despite everything, you get the repeat and the affection of your nephew
; ; ; Jonh M. Kinney. "
Brian gave a brief smile as he felt the silent presence of Justin on his back, knowing how much it had cost to deliver the letter they had received that morning in Kinnetic. He stood up, wondering what had become of his life without it.
- What are you doing? - He bent, leaving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling.
- close old wounds.
- John, letter for you.
He even observe him carefully, wondering what would have on without referring particularly to the young brown smile for the first time since his admission to the center.
There was no address or no letter inside, just an old shell bracelet with the initials BK If, one day, maybe ...
the truth is that, of all things I've done in my life, writing this letter is the hardest. It will be for Kinney words and feelings home.
I know I have no right to address you after all these years, after much damage as you did. Asin, if you've got here, thanks.
not write this letter to ask forgive me, I know very well I do not deserve. not try to justify or understand what why I did when I myself do not understand.
just knew that I hated you, a stupid way of a kid stupid to hide the envy ...
know, I admired as a child, you were my hero. I thought hearing about you, Brian, the black sheep of the family, so far, so self-sufficient, so free.
If your absence from family life will become the center of it. It is not easy to live under the specter of a giant.
was not a surprise that you were gay, but if it was the reaction of the grandmother. He heard about you, your disgusting lifestyle, what you were degenerated. And I dreaded the idea of believing that I could be a monster ...
Still, I liked the few moments that we spent at home, while my mother cried and I cried God knows why, and I wondered why we no longer wanted to dwarf me in your life, as you seemed to love that child, a baby just that you appear in photos.
Yes, I think, therefore I chose revenge, if you do not want me in your life, I do not want you in mine. But I needed a last memory bracelet.
Yes, I know that jealousy, lack of a father figure, fear not explain my behavior, but I said I'm not trying to justify myself.
I read the news of your wedding with that blond guy, the same that ended my mistake. Say it is a great artist.
I know you have a life, a family that has found a way to live in peace with everyone.
're so lucky to have someone by your side. And he too is lucky to have you, almost as much as the child of the photos.
soon emerge from the juvenile correctional and I go to London to live with my father. The dwarf wants to come with me. Mom objects, but it may be best for him.
Who knows, maybe in the old continent get a new life. Maybe find a way to get say the magic words and assume that I am, without fear of rejection or they will say.
may find someone able to save everything, including me. And who
knows, maybe one day find a way to forgive, to be able to think of your nephew John without rancor. Maybe one day our paths will cross down the street and greet us as usual ...
Meanwhile, despite everything, you get the repeat and the affection of your nephew
; ; ; Jonh M. Kinney. "
Brian gave a brief smile as he felt the silent presence of Justin on his back, knowing how much it had cost to deliver the letter they had received that morning in Kinnetic. He stood up, wondering what had become of his life without it.
- What are you doing? - He bent, leaving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling.
- close old wounds.
- John, letter for you.
He even observe him carefully, wondering what would have on without referring particularly to the young brown smile for the first time since his admission to the center.
There was no address or no letter inside, just an old shell bracelet with the initials BK If, one day, maybe ...
Author: Iholan
Title: I'm sorry, Ethan Post 513
For surreal enough, the characters are not ours, but
Cowlip Sorry, Ethan
She looked in the window opposite the gallery, smiling contentedly. He could not afford the frills of dress, but not bad.
In recent months he had been writing, asking him to speak ... I knew that what he had been special to Justin, and was sure what the blond will miss him as much as Ethan.
At first she had despaired of ever receiving a reply. But the answer had come weeks ago, in an interview with the artist.
He was surprised how far he had come in such a short time, but knew what was the reason:.
"" In less than six months and has made a name among the most promising young talents in NY, what the key to his success?
- The key is to achieve a goal that encourages you to work hard and very hard to achieve the goal.
- And that goal is ...?
- Back to where you came out ...
- Well, is there anyone important there?
- If I let someone very important in Pittsburgh, someone to whom I owe all my inspiration.
- And that someone, do you expect your return?
- For some time it seemed impossible, but if waiting for me.
Yes, Ethan knew he spoke of him. no doubt, had received their letters and realized that his future lay at his side, still waiting for his return.
"Someone to whom I owe all my inspiration," the message was clear, did Ethan was not his biggest inspiration? he himself had told the arrogant Brian Kinney years ago: "an artist brings out the best when you have someone who loves you to inspire his side to "
Guests at the first major exhibition in Pittsburgh Justin began to leave. I had thought to enter the gallery, but preferred to hold their reunion in a more relaxed atmosphere, moreover, with that dress was unlikely that let him come.
wrinkled her nose slightly to recognize some of Justin's friends out of the room. I would have time to present best companies when they were together again.
crossed the street as the crowd was dispersing.
Justin left Gallery. He was more handsome than ever with a beautiful dark jersey, enhances the brightness of her golden hair.
He looked down the street deserted and Ethan's heart sank: I was looking for him.
He stood behind her, smiling.
- Hello, Justin.
- Hello ... what ... what are you doing here? - Justin gave him a formal smile that confused the violinist.
- I ... well, I guess you first have to talk ...- The artist's attitude puzzled him. Supposed to be launched into his arms just to see him.
- Oh, really? - Justin looked at him without understanding and Ethan realized he was doing to pray.
Brian and Daphne were the last to leave the gallery. You are about to leave when they were surprised to hear Justin talking to someone on the outside, but from their position could only see the back of the blond. Froze a moment, while Brian's hand closed tightly over the shoulder of the girl recognized the voice ...
- Well, I told you on the charts, I ... Justin ours is special, you said it yourself ... Dapnhe
mentally hit while Brian expression twitched increasingly stopping the wave of girl talk.
- What letters ?...¿ And when I said I do that, exactly? - Justin tried to be polite, but he was struggling to continue that conversation.
- Come on in the interview, you said it. I am your inspiration as you're mine ... I know I did wrong and come back to apologize, I ... Justin
deep breath, trying not to laugh, thinking ...
- You know, I who should apologize ...
- Justin-The dark comes over to hug him, but the blond took a step backward, stop.
- You were an infidel, an unfair, a liar and a hypocrite. I lied to me and tried to lie to the world to have a career. But I did something worse. I lied to myself. I was so desperate to hear some nice words qeu me fooled into thinking what you offered me was better than I had with Brian. I cheated myself thinking that you were better than him, I fooled into thinking that you were better than him, trying telling that he was lied odiarle.Te happy with you. I lied saying he was happy with you. So I ask you to forgive me, forgive me as I try every day to waste time on your side. I did more damage with my own qeu lies you've been caused. And I hurt him, and that if I can not ever forgive myself.
Ethan looked at him without understanding what he was hearing, while exhaled Brian did not know I had been holding, releasing the pressure on her shoulder. Dapnhe gave him a smile as he left to join his friend, giving Brian some time to assimilate what he had heard.
- I'm here ... wow, have you lost a cat? - Justin gave him a smile to her friend, while Ethan gave him a sample of displeasure.
- But ... Justin, you and he does not ... you said ...
- he is my inspiration and always has been and always will be. Without it, I never would have been what I am ...
- Are we going sunshine? - Brian's voice surprised him. Saw as the publisher took the blond, who turn on itself, returning the hug, thanking the gods that paganini junior had been so foolish as to miss Justin. Dapnhe started walking up the street, enjoying the face of the violinist.
- Hey, partner, what we are waiting! How are we going to hold an engagement party without the promised?
Ethan seemed to wake from a strange dream. What he heard was simply impossible ...
- commitment? ...?- What the couple turned, startled by the presence of brown. Brian responded with a wide and sarcastic smile.
- Do not you know? Let's get married. Invite you to play at the ceremony, but not stuck in a holding shrieks of a poor cat.
They left, embracing. Justin turned briefly to say goodbye.
- Adios, Ian
watched the dark, puzzled.
- My name is Ethan!
But at this point, he realized nobody cared.
- How long had you been listening?
- We? Are you listening? Sunshine, by whom do you take us? - Brian and Daphne looked at each other with an expression that was the mirror image of innocence and indignation at the terrible accusations. Justin smiled brightly in the eyes of her fiancé.
- By the way, Justin, I forgot ... some letters have come to my apartment ... what do I do with them? The couple looked
tying ropes, smiling at the girl's innocent expression.
- Make a giant ball and throw it into the yard to play cats.
The laughter of the three friends rang in the night like a melody of promise without words, the kind that always fulfilled.
In recent months he had been writing, asking him to speak ... I knew that what he had been special to Justin, and was sure what the blond will miss him as much as Ethan.
At first she had despaired of ever receiving a reply. But the answer had come weeks ago, in an interview with the artist.
He was surprised how far he had come in such a short time, but knew what was the reason:.
"" In less than six months and has made a name among the most promising young talents in NY, what the key to his success?
- The key is to achieve a goal that encourages you to work hard and very hard to achieve the goal.
- And that goal is ...?
- Back to where you came out ...
- Well, is there anyone important there?
- If I let someone very important in Pittsburgh, someone to whom I owe all my inspiration.
- And that someone, do you expect your return?
- For some time it seemed impossible, but if waiting for me.
Yes, Ethan knew he spoke of him. no doubt, had received their letters and realized that his future lay at his side, still waiting for his return.
"Someone to whom I owe all my inspiration," the message was clear, did Ethan was not his biggest inspiration? he himself had told the arrogant Brian Kinney years ago: "an artist brings out the best when you have someone who loves you to inspire his side to "
Guests at the first major exhibition in Pittsburgh Justin began to leave. I had thought to enter the gallery, but preferred to hold their reunion in a more relaxed atmosphere, moreover, with that dress was unlikely that let him come.
wrinkled her nose slightly to recognize some of Justin's friends out of the room. I would have time to present best companies when they were together again.
crossed the street as the crowd was dispersing.
Justin left Gallery. He was more handsome than ever with a beautiful dark jersey, enhances the brightness of her golden hair.
He looked down the street deserted and Ethan's heart sank: I was looking for him.
He stood behind her, smiling.
- Hello, Justin.
- Hello ... what ... what are you doing here? - Justin gave him a formal smile that confused the violinist.
- I ... well, I guess you first have to talk ...- The artist's attitude puzzled him. Supposed to be launched into his arms just to see him.
- Oh, really? - Justin looked at him without understanding and Ethan realized he was doing to pray.
Brian and Daphne were the last to leave the gallery. You are about to leave when they were surprised to hear Justin talking to someone on the outside, but from their position could only see the back of the blond. Froze a moment, while Brian's hand closed tightly over the shoulder of the girl recognized the voice ...
- Well, I told you on the charts, I ... Justin ours is special, you said it yourself ... Dapnhe
mentally hit while Brian expression twitched increasingly stopping the wave of girl talk.
- What letters ?...¿ And when I said I do that, exactly? - Justin tried to be polite, but he was struggling to continue that conversation.
- Come on in the interview, you said it. I am your inspiration as you're mine ... I know I did wrong and come back to apologize, I ... Justin
deep breath, trying not to laugh, thinking ...
- You know, I who should apologize ...
- Justin-The dark comes over to hug him, but the blond took a step backward, stop.
- You were an infidel, an unfair, a liar and a hypocrite. I lied to me and tried to lie to the world to have a career. But I did something worse. I lied to myself. I was so desperate to hear some nice words qeu me fooled into thinking what you offered me was better than I had with Brian. I cheated myself thinking that you were better than him, I fooled into thinking that you were better than him, trying telling that he was lied odiarle.Te happy with you. I lied saying he was happy with you. So I ask you to forgive me, forgive me as I try every day to waste time on your side. I did more damage with my own qeu lies you've been caused. And I hurt him, and that if I can not ever forgive myself.
Ethan looked at him without understanding what he was hearing, while exhaled Brian did not know I had been holding, releasing the pressure on her shoulder. Dapnhe gave him a smile as he left to join his friend, giving Brian some time to assimilate what he had heard.
- I'm here ... wow, have you lost a cat? - Justin gave him a smile to her friend, while Ethan gave him a sample of displeasure.
- But ... Justin, you and he does not ... you said ...
- he is my inspiration and always has been and always will be. Without it, I never would have been what I am ...
- Are we going sunshine? - Brian's voice surprised him. Saw as the publisher took the blond, who turn on itself, returning the hug, thanking the gods that paganini junior had been so foolish as to miss Justin. Dapnhe started walking up the street, enjoying the face of the violinist.
- Hey, partner, what we are waiting! How are we going to hold an engagement party without the promised?
Ethan seemed to wake from a strange dream. What he heard was simply impossible ...
- commitment? ...?- What the couple turned, startled by the presence of brown. Brian responded with a wide and sarcastic smile.
- Do not you know? Let's get married. Invite you to play at the ceremony, but not stuck in a holding shrieks of a poor cat.
They left, embracing. Justin turned briefly to say goodbye.
- Adios, Ian
watched the dark, puzzled.
- My name is Ethan!
But at this point, he realized nobody cared.
- How long had you been listening?
- We? Are you listening? Sunshine, by whom do you take us? - Brian and Daphne looked at each other with an expression that was the mirror image of innocence and indignation at the terrible accusations. Justin smiled brightly in the eyes of her fiancé.
- By the way, Justin, I forgot ... some letters have come to my apartment ... what do I do with them? The couple looked
tying ropes, smiling at the girl's innocent expression.
- Make a giant ball and throw it into the yard to play cats.
The laughter of the three friends rang in the night like a melody of promise without words, the kind that always fulfilled.
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