sorry for the short chapter. It's a little depressing, but needed to be written. I didn't think it would be fair to make this long.. that would be too angsty, even for me!

Again, thank you, everyone, for reading this and for your wonderful reviews!!!! hugs, Snow

missed me

Brian left his office early. It was too much. The stares, the quiet conversations going on in the sidelines…even Cynthia was starting to give him looks of sympathy. Fuck that! he thought to himself. There was no way he would stay in that building and just wait idly by while co-workers tried to get a peek at the once seemingly indestructible Brian Kinney, whom was now left shellshocked and somewhat broken. Entering the loft, Brian is hopeful. He scans his surroundings with extreme detail, hoping that maybe…just maybe, Justin had been there. But there were no signs of his sunshine. Sunshine. Brian smiles sadly as he recalls his former lover’s beautiful grin. The heaviness in his heart feels like it will never end. Reaching for a bottle of Beam, Brian swigs a hard gulp, focusing on the burn sliding down his throat and deep into his gut. Groaning, he drops onto the couch, ripping off his tie and kicking off his shoes. Taking another drink, he closes his eyes. Was Justin really gone? He couldn’t, wouldn’t, believe it. Justin wouldn’t go to the cabin, would he? No. Please, God, no. Setting the bottle down, he turns on the television: hoping that something would be on to take his mind off of Justin. Sadly, however, as soon as he turns on the television, he becomes face to screen with a photo of his former lover and partner, Justin Taylor. Justin Taylor, age 19. Has blonde hair and blue eyes. He is 5’8” tall, about 145 pounds and has a small scar on…. Brian stops listening to the reporter as he stares at the photo, nearly crying out loud when it disappears and a photo of Molly Taylor is shown. The reporter then shows a more recent photo of the two siblings taken with their now deceased mother, Jennifer Taylor at what seemed to be a birthday party. Brian closes his eyes, bringing the cold bottle to his lips as he swallows more of the fire. The reporter’s voice bounces around the loft, setting the timeline of events that led to the disappearance of the two youngest members of the Taylor clan. Everyone was dead. Justin’s grandparents, his uncle, his cousins… they were gone. The reporter cannot verify whether or not Justin and Molly were in the cabin, and Brian turns the television off before a member of a bomb squad is interviewed to discuss the difficulty of finding a body in an explosion such as the one that occurred in the Taylor cabin. Sighing, he can’t bring himself to move. His phone doesn’t ring. No one is knocking on his door. There is no reason for Brian to move, much less open his eyes. No, all he is left with is his thoughts. Thoughts of Justin.