Brian couldn't have envisioned what would happen after Justin left for New York. He only knew that he had a bad feeling about this. Brian had to admit that he was relieved when Justin hadn't roused him, but instead quietly left without saying goodbye. He didn't think he could watch Justin walk out of his life yet again. Three months later Brian made a conscious decision to purposely halt all communication with his Sunshine. He knew he was going to get hurt, and he rather it be now than later on. Truth was, he had never felt worthy of Justin's love. Justin was still so young, with new and exciting experiences ahead of him. Brian deduced it was just a matter of time before Justin would move on with his life, and become a big fat fucking success in the art world. Although he knew that he was the one who stopped calling and emailing, he never actually thought Justin would give up on him. However, after several failed attempts to revive their communication, Justin seemed to have finally thrown in the towel. Deep down inside, Brian was devastated. This only proved to Brian that he was right all along. He was holding Justin back, and was not what Justin really wanted after all. Two years passed, and Brian thought of Justin every single day. From time to time, Lindsay would email him an article that was written about Justin. Surprisingly enough, Brian also still kept in touch with Jennifer Taylor, meeting her for lunch at least once a month. She would occasionally let information slip into their conversation about her son. Somehow she knew that he appreciated the little tidbits of news she imparted to him about the man he almost married. Although he never directly asked about him, Jennifer sensed that he was still in love with her son. She had to admit to herself, that over time, she had grown to genuinely like and care for Brian. Jennifer had been truly disappointed when their wedding never took place. Justin had been nervous about moving to New York. He would be just another struggling artist amongst many. He was also worried about his relationship with Brian, the man he adored but left behind. Justin's worst fears had come true when Brian's phone calls and emails slowed, and then completely stopped. He tried to contact Brian. But Brian never returned his numerous phone calls, or emails. At one point, he had even thought of flying home to the Pitts to confront Brian, but then decided against it. Justin was tired of being the one to chase him. It took two people to make a relationship work, and clearly Brian's actions showed him that he did not want to deal with a long distance relationship, or wait for Justin. In typical Kinney fashion, Brian had coldly cut him out of his life. Justin was angry that after everything they had been through, Brian was again pushing him away. He finally gave up, feeling that if Brian really loved him and missed him, he would come to see Justin, or at the very least contact him. That day never came. So now it was two years later, and Justin still found himself dreaming of the man who took his virginity, and branded him for life that fateful night. During the past couple of years, he used his pain and hurt, and infused it into his paintings. His artistic efforts were soon rewarded with notoriety and success, and he recently had his first solo show. Although his Justin Taylor originals were getting rave reviews, which thrilled him, he still felt that there was something missing in his life. Justin was on his way to meet his boyfriend Robert, a photographer he met at one of his shows. He was young, hot and confident, and totally enamored with Justin. They had a comfortable, easy relationship. Realizing he was late for their luncheon date, Justin began to run across the street to the cafe. Just then, a taxi came blazing down the block, having ran a red light. The driver tried to stop when he saw the blond young man in his path, but had been traveling too fast, and hit him. Onlookers gasped, as Justin was propelled into the air, and came back down on the hood of the taxi with a resounding thud. Justin couldn't move, his body absolutely numb. The last image he saw before he passed out was that of Brian's beautiful face.