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Summary: Time has passed and Brian Kinney has achieved everything he ever wanted. Or what I always thought I wanted.

... Makes a cold

unusual even for Pittburgh. It's the middle of December and the streets are covered by a thin white coat, like the roof and the entire city. Liberty Avenue is almost deserted, barely alive. Fríoy makes people prefer the warmth of the gambling halls and bars. Are the four pm and the sun does not exist. There is only gray. Gray streets in a gray city of a gray world.

So much has changed and yet everything remains the same. Every breath, every step, every word. The routine of the inevitable. Babylon roars at night, the surf dominates the day, boredom drowns his life. Getting

Michael has been reduced to a couple of coffees a week, always at noon, in the rest of their work. Your friend is very busy after the birth of her second daughter and the meetings that he and Ben are home every weekend with Ely and Monty and the entire group of new friends Mikey, perfect gay family models, mortgage and stable employment. It appears that makes you happy. Months ago that Brian did not go home. The last time Ben was helped to ride a swing for JR. But do not call. Maybe it's the best.

His mother died last year, the alcohol eventually melt your liver. Had little meaning to a funeral that Claire came with their children and a priest paid for Brian. Joan never knew I had another boy, born and raised in the sin of homosexuality. A child who lives in Canada with their mother and the best of its kind and would have been the pride of any Grandma able to see beyond what the Bible says.

closest thing to maternal contact that Brian has had on their lives in the loft is visiting him from time to time, always carrying a joint and a kilo of macaroni and tuna. Spend a couple of hours talking about old times or just smoking in silence. Debbie Karl finally married, after one of his guards were shooting and the man has been on the verge of dying. Years ago he left the Diner, when his health began to resent many hours standing, and now they live in a house with a garden away from Liberty Avenue. Emmett

a diaa left Las Vegas with one of their boyfriends and romantic getaway and never returned. At first used to send postcards telling how much you like the site and how was it to live in a place. After contact is reduced to a couple of mails every six months and a couple of years ago that Brian does not know anything about him. Although knowing you, you are sure you will do well. Emmett is a survivor, always was.

Theodore is still Good in Kinnetic, combining his job with the volunteer work at a center for drug-dependent. Blake followed with a relationship in which nobody would have bet long ago, and they seem to do well because it has ceased its search for an ideal husband. Has fulfilled his dream of buying a flat perfectly neat and bland, typical of an accountant, and has a pension plan, within fifteen years, when you retire, you can sell everything and go the Bahamas to spend their old age from coconuts and palm trees. Not a bad plan.

Neither was that of Justin, who now succeeds as an artist in New York elite. A young man who fought against all possible obstacles and overcame them all, earning a promising future and a brilliant career. Do not know much about him. When he knew that would be separated forever and Brian Kinney does not usually make mistakes. There were calls, of course. Some sporadic visits on weekends. But it was not fair to keep him with impossible promises, stop him in his rise. Justin is outstanding and exceptional merecíaa someone, someone with strength and idealism, someone to share their hope in the world. Justin is a ray of sun and keep you tied to an eternal winter would be like clipping the wings. An act of cruelty. Let Free is the noblest thing that has ever done. And the most painful.

Canada appears more and more away. Lindsay has gone away, too busy in his role as the perfect mother to remember that once there was a never Jamásy she was Wendy. Now is the legal wife of a successful lawyer, respected resident of a nice residential neighborhood, an employee at an art gallery. Still paints in his spare time Brian few suspected that follows closely with Justin, but never talk about it. Speak soon, actually. Not calling you. It does this with almost mechanical regularity, every Thursday at nine. A ritual that both have been accommodated. But do not talk. Not like before. Their lives had taken different paths since long before he left the distance Paisy only met with the inevitable.

Gus has grown a lot, will soon turn twelve. Is an intelligent and alert. Has the mood of his mother, his logic calculator another mother and her father's natural appeal. She loves to paint and sometimes acompañaa Lindsay the gallery to "help." It is the student's favorite teachers, takes notes spectacular plays baseball has several friends in the neighborhood and a girlfriend redhead named Amy is going home to lunch almost every day after school.

it seems like ages since that distant night when Brian first saw him at the hospital, in the arms of Linz and surrounded by a bunch of dykes. Retains few memories of that night, was too laid to remember the small details. The images are blurred in his mind like a night of drinking. But the feelings remain indelible. No Ecstasy and alcohol enough to make you forget the moment he held for the first time, with a mixture of admiration and panic. A child. His son.

That night he had two children. Both reached the same N'Diaye went the same day as a perfect paradox of life. Then Brian rubbed his thirties and time was everything. The elapse time your fast torturing, killing him every second, slipping through his fingers with his perennial flow unstoppable and overwhelming. Only now, when it moves from the forty time has passed, means that the time was nothing. He was everything. He, who wasted his life trying to escape it, he defeated while for years and eventually defeat himself.

wanted nothing and has nothing. He did not want a child and has no son. He would not love and not love. No need nobody wanted and nobody needs you and maybe that's why its existence is meaningless and could vanish overnight either overdose in a dirty bathroom of a club with no name and only would be an annoying obstacle to circumvent blocking the passage.

An old glory fall.

A fleeting memory, perhaps not even that.

A Peter in eternal search of Never.

But no matter. Nothing matters anymore. Their fight is over and you feel victorious. It has everything I wanted. Success, even if you share with whom. Money, but not on who has to spend. Freedom ... Yeah, freedom. That's all I ever really wanted and exactly what you have. Freedom to fuck with anyone without reproach, freedom to return home when he wants because there will be no waiting, free to drink until you drop dead, because no one needs to live.

Brian is also a survivor. Has managed to get rid of all obstacles of his life and now only one remains. Himself. And when that last error is gone, everything is in place. Perfect harmony.

not mind waiting. Only time.