Seven months later, Justin is walking into his office in New York City.
Setting down his briefcase next to his desk. He had just recently become
the owner of the gallery and he was prouder than ever about his personal
art. He had been so busy being the owner in the past months that he hadn't
gotten the chance to go back to Pittsburg. He hadn't heard anything from
Brian, or Deb of Emmett. Which was unusual. He settled into his chair and
turned on his computer when his secretary, Kristen, walked into his office.
"Coffee for you, Mr. Taylor." She said politely as she set down a mug of coffee in front of Justin.
"Thank you, Kristen." Justin said with a smile. He picked up the mug and blew at the liquid inside, then took a delicate sip.
"...And your mail, sir." She stated. Plopping about four envelops on his desk. He smiled again and she exited the office.
Justin began to go through the envelopes, looking for something other than bills. He fell upon a small white envelop with his name and address scribbled on it. It looked vaguely familiar. He checked the return address. It was from Michael and Deb. He smiled widely and tore open the envelope. All that was inside was a small newspaper clipping. He unfolded it and saw a picture of Brian. When he was about 28 years old. He was smiling wide, most likely laughing at the time of the picture taking. Justin started to read the article, but the heading was like a bullet through the heart.
Brian Kinney
1967-2003
Justin automatically started to cry and wanted to throw up. He didn't want to believe it; he thought maybe it was a prank for Deb to get her point across that he should move back to Pittsburg. Brian was dead. He read through the article, trying not to cry. It told about his education, his business and it went into detail about his death. Justin really felt like he was going to throw up; or pass out. Justin couldn't hold it in any longer, he started bawling right there on his office desk. His Brian was dead. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. It happened so quickly. He only had it for almost two years.
Sitting there, bawling his eyes out for the only love he ever had in his life, Justin truly knew what it was like to be alone.
The End
"Coffee for you, Mr. Taylor." She said politely as she set down a mug of coffee in front of Justin.
"Thank you, Kristen." Justin said with a smile. He picked up the mug and blew at the liquid inside, then took a delicate sip.
"...And your mail, sir." She stated. Plopping about four envelops on his desk. He smiled again and she exited the office.
Justin began to go through the envelopes, looking for something other than bills. He fell upon a small white envelop with his name and address scribbled on it. It looked vaguely familiar. He checked the return address. It was from Michael and Deb. He smiled widely and tore open the envelope. All that was inside was a small newspaper clipping. He unfolded it and saw a picture of Brian. When he was about 28 years old. He was smiling wide, most likely laughing at the time of the picture taking. Justin started to read the article, but the heading was like a bullet through the heart.
Brian Kinney
1967-2003
Justin automatically started to cry and wanted to throw up. He didn't want to believe it; he thought maybe it was a prank for Deb to get her point across that he should move back to Pittsburg. Brian was dead. He read through the article, trying not to cry. It told about his education, his business and it went into detail about his death. Justin really felt like he was going to throw up; or pass out. Justin couldn't hold it in any longer, he started bawling right there on his office desk. His Brian was dead. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. It happened so quickly. He only had it for almost two years.
Sitting there, bawling his eyes out for the only love he ever had in his life, Justin truly knew what it was like to be alone.
The End