Author's Notes: Kevin has come back.  He fills in some of the blanks from FOW and CBTY.  Let me just say this isn't going to be a psycho stalker killer fic.  I like for my series to remain true and real and up to par with the other two. 
 


So life without Brian has been difficult.  He was whom I had envisioned the rest of my life with.  My soulmate as I so niavely called him.  I was 28 when I first met Brian through Linds and Mel.  I was their neighbor in Canada, trying to make a living as a teacher.  Linds and I became close friends because we were both educators.  From there I was just accepted by Mel and Gus.  

When they anounced they were moving back from Canada, I decided that I needed a change and a new life.  So I went with them.  I almost immediately was taken in by the Liberty family within months of coming to the states.

Then I met Brian.  My life changed instantly, we shared a connection.  At first it was just friendship.  I was told about Justin and him and was with him when they officially broke up, I was the one who stayed with Brian.  

After about six months, Brian asked me out and I was extremely hesitant.  But Brian was Brian and I was already starting to fall in love with him.  It took time for Brian to love me.  Admit to loving me and give up on the idea of Justin returning. I honestly didn't mind in the beginning.  Justin was the first man he's admitted to loving, the person who carefully and consistently tore down the walls around Brian's heart. 

I'll always remember the day when Brian asked me to marry him.  It wasn't anything special or spectacular, just another boring Sunday.

<i>I yawned, and stretched out on the couch.  Brian was working on some ad boards opposite of me.  The t.v. playing softly in the background.  Some old western the man was obsessed with. 

"Hungry?"  I asked softly.

Brian just shrugged, never looking up.

I nodded and sat up.  "I'll order something."

"Mmm."  He acknowledged.

After placing the order, I came back to my spot on the couch only to see Brian fooling with something in his palm.  

"Pizza should be here in an hour."

Brian nodded, which was odd.  He usually groans when I order pizza but eats it anyways.

Running a hand through my hair, I wrap my arms around his shoulders.  "You're quiet."

"Marry me?" 

I almost didn't hear him.  It was so soft.  "What?"

Brian smiled and held up what was in his hand.  A ring.  "I said, marry me?"

So many thoughts ran through my head, but this felt right.  "Yes."

Smiling, he pulled me to him and slipped the ring on my finger.  "Good."

"Very good."  I smiled, pressing my lips to his.</i>

Then a few months later he told me he wanted to tell Justin about the wedding.  Even then after he told Justin, I still thought our lives were meant to be together.  Then Justin proclaimed his love to Brian.  Still, I told myself, Brian loves me.  Only me.  

Finally our marriage came crashing down around me and I couldn't hold it together.  I couldn't compete with Justin.  So I divorced him out of my hurt pride.  Three years later and it still hurts like hell.  

I regret that ever happening.  I want Brian back in my life.  I need him.  That's why I came back to Pittsburgh.  Somehow deep inside, I need to know.