CHAPTER 1
Justin looked across to the man he loved. The blonde's heart was torn into thin shreds as he took a deep breath and got to work on what he knew he had to do. Brian Kinney had never wanted love. It was never something he had planned on. Loving a person wasn't what the older man wanted. Love was not willingly put into Brian Kinney's vocabulary. So Justin knew he had to take it out, before the man became a mere shell of his former glory. The blond loved the onyx haired man he was so grateful to share a bed with. A fat tear slid down his pale cheek as he unzipped the bag he had successfully hidden under the bed that was partly his. Several deep breaths had to be taken before the room had stopped spinning around him in a sickeningly fast motion. The closet that was half occupied by his young clothing was soon half empty. The college drop out couldn't believe he was doing this. All he had wanted for years was what the love of his life was now giving him. But the man who would forever hold his heart didn't want this. It was obvious that the dark haired man had fallen in love with the young blond hotty that was, at first, just another fuck. Now the two were a couple, a very odd couple that would never star in a Showtime special, but a loving couple none the less. The young male knew that his predecessor didn't actually want to get married to him, he just asked because he knew it would appease the boy. And the blond almost let that be enough, until he saw the lust filled in his fiancés sad eyes as he saw the man we would normally have his way with. That was when the almost married young male saw exactly what he was taking from the man he wished to always see happy. He couldn't bare it, so he resolved to take away what the great God of sex didn't really want. He decided to take away the forced to be requited love. The twenty year old saw that he had deluded himself into believing he could be happily married to the man of his dreams.
As he took a look around the wondrously spacious loft that he enjoyed calling home, it looked empty. All of his belongings were in the three bags that he was now donning. The heavy front door of the amazingly unreal fortress was open; it took Justin three minutes to get it half open because he was trying to not make a sound, knowing that his supposed to be fiancé wasn't as heavy as a sleeper as he appeared to be. The letter that had taken him so long to write, it eventually became the only thing stopping him from his plan, was now laid gracefully on the expensive coffee table. Six completely non-similar ones had been put in the mailboxes of Deb, Ted, Emmett, Daphne, Michael, and his beloved mother. They had been placed there at three thirty that morning. He told Brian he needed to gather inspiration, that gave him half an hour to run around and put them in. He was trying his very hardest not to hyperventilate, knowing if he did he would cry, and if he cried his love would wake up, his love would then question what was wrong, and then he wouldn't be able to set the raven bird free from the cage that had a golden sign labeling it as marriage. The no longer student had changed his cell phone number quit trickily a day ago, requesting the change to take affect at almost the exact time it was. He took a deep breath and finally had to let the loft and his precious raven go, knowing in a few more breaths his eyes would start being flooded with the stinging saltwater. He took a few backwards steps past the metal door, and then slid the Strong barrier closed slowly, the heavy metal not making a sound due to his cautious speed. The man ran to the elevator, knowing it was the only sure fire way to get a slight advantage over the man he was leaving if he so happened to Wake up and attempt to follow him. When the duel doors closed the thin male crashed to the floor, finally letting his thick tears sprint down his porcelain cheeks, all of them in a mad dash to win the race to his ratty red shirt. The artistic mind of his was cursing him for actually choosing to do the right thing over what his heart wanted. He had to slam his head against the sturdy panels of the frigid interior of the near claustrophobically small space just to get them to shut up. He knew what he was doing was right, it was best for the man who would forever possessively hold his heart, it was best for him. When the 'ding' sounded letting him know he had reached the ground floor of the tall building without having any major accidents the man stood up, not caring that his eyes were obviously puffy and red. No one would be around at four twenty three in the morning on Saturday. He had called for a cab to pick him up, and with a small glance through the huge windows decorating the small front room; the young blond knew it was ready to take him anywhere he wanted. The pale male thought he heard footsteps hurrying down the steel stairs and he sprinted towards the yellow vehicle.
"Allentown. As fast as possible." he instructed, forcing himself not to look out the slightly tinted windows.
The cabbie just nodded, internally questioning himself why such a young and handsome man would be crying at such an early hour. The blond didn't look out of the window until they were two streets away, but when he did, he immediately looked back, as if hoping to see Brian calling his name. The male shouldn't have worried about looking out the window though; it had not been his love that he had heard. It had been their annoyed next door neighbor, thinking that his boyfriend had left him. But when their neighbor got back into his loft, he found HIS boyfriend asleep on the couch, when questioned why he had been asleep there the next day, the younger man replied that he had not wanted to wake up the man he usually shared a bed with. The two kissed in a loving manner that, a year ago, Justin would have mercilessly murdered for. Now everything had changed, the blonde was fleeing the confines of the colorful city he had never known much outside of. He was going to a place where he knew no one, did not have a job, and had no place to stay. Not that the ex-go go boy had ever had a problem finding someone to stay with. The Youngman figured he would find a trick to stay with tonight and go job searching the next day. He had plenty of saved money to buy a decent studio and still have a bit left over to feed himself while he began earning money at the job he was sure to find soon enough. Though he was positive this would all work out, another stingily hot drop of saltwater glided down his soft cheek. He didn't want to know what his friends would do when they got their letters.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
Daphne stretched, cracking her back from a night of sleeping on her comfortable, but not exactly orthopedic mattress. She smiled happily as she slightly massaged her neck and walked towards her front door. The black woman bent down and picked up her mail that had been slipped through the mail slot. The pretty female carelessly flipped through the usual drivel that always bored her, but she stopped when she got to the sealed white envelope addressed to her. Immediately the girl knew her best friends hand writing. She opened it immediately, scanning the page curiously. The big brown eyes that men constantly got lost in widened with each sentence hastily scrawled on the crisp paper. As her chocolate eyes took in the last sentence, she dropped to the ground crying, think tears flowing freely from her sad eyes as hysterical gasps for breath clawed their way out of her mouth. She was sure the breaking sound she heard was her heart.
xXxXxXxXxX
Ben had decided to grab the mail; usually he left it to his husband that would sort through it immediately anyways. The positive man was sorting the mail between him, his spouse, and their son when he came across the letter addressed to both of them. It didn't have a mail back address, and he thought he recognized the handwriting. The man he happily shared a bed with was only a few steps away and walked up, instructing the stronger of the two to open the letter. More and more confusion spread across the sad puppy like features of the adorable comic book nerd as he read the short letter. As he read the last word, Ben had to catch him, his legs had gone weak. Confusion swelled in his head and he almost could breathe, his vision significantly swaying out of focus.
xXxXxXxXxX
Debbie never was a particularly heavy riser, but on this odd Saturday she had an early shift so she was up just after the mail got to the house. Groggily pushing her way through the official envelopes and drinking coffee she almost didn't recognize the hand writing of the blond male she had christened 'Sunshine'. She was confused but opened the mail anyway. Her eyes usually full of motherly and gay pride read every word of the heart breaking letter carefully, not believing what she thought the letter of the teen she used to house was saying. But when she got to the tragic end of the pulse stopping letter, she crashed down into uncontrollable tears, dropping her favorite coffee mug, not caring when it broke and send boiling hot coffee onto her bare legs.
xXxXxXxXxXxX
Ted was always up bright and early, today was no exception. He casually sorted the junk from his mail while listening to opera and sipping hot tea. Then he came upon the letter bearing only his name on the front. The accountant shrugged and opened the letter. He began reading it, curiosity coloring his features as he immediately figured who it was. Then the sad end came before his eyes. He had to sit down from nonbelief.
xXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Jennifer was up promptly on saturday. Ready to go shopping with her beautiful daughter and her handsome boyfriend. The mail had already been place on the table for her to sort through. She saw the letter from her son on the very top. The blonde's mom opened the letter she knew was from her son. She came crashing to the ground, scaring her boyfriend and daughter. Her heavy sobs the only sound in the silent living room.
xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Emmett rushed downstairs at the sound of his housemate crying. When he asked what was wrong, he was only met by the envelope addressed to him in his face. Quickly he unsheathed it and scanned it at record pace. The flamboyant male knew immediately why the strong woman was not caring that she was baring her sadness for him to see. He joined her in crying, not believing that the boy who had earned the name Sunshine could do this.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Hope you like, please don't flame. Story inspired by THE GREAT DIVIDE by Nightvision55 on here and Queer as Folk - Brian and his 'Kryptonite' Justin on youtube.