<b>well, this chapter is short. i was kinda torn on this one. i pissed myself off many times during the process of writing this... hope u enjoy it!</b><hr> (Brian’s POV)

	I hide in the shadows, watching carefully as Justin grips the railing. His ungloved hands shiver and his bare feet are turning blue. The cold wind is blowing his beautiful blond locks…

I remember that day… that fucked up day at the Taylor’s… how could I forget?

I had let him come too close… I let him in… and then I left him there… God knows what he’s been through… he looks like hell…

	I watch on as he lifts himself up… holding the side of the bridge as he stands over the edge. His feet must be freezing…

	I walk up behind him slowly, making no sound. His body looks so beautiful, illuminated by the moon.

	I don’t know what to say… here is the innocent kid I met two years ago… only now he’s not so innocent, and by the looks of it, he’s not too fond of life… what do I tell him? What could possibly change his mind? I can’t let him do this…

	I sigh; knowing what I’m about to say will change my life forever…

	“You know… that last day… it’s been replayed in my mind for years… and… I just wanted you to know that I…I'm…” I manage to get out. But, before I can continue, Justin asks me, his eyes still glued to the water below.

	“Why are you here, Brian?” he asks me, sadness in his shaky voice. He is apparently under the influence. “It’s Gus’ birthday. Or… have you forgotten that?”

	“I’ve already seen Gus today… I was at his party…” I think about what I want to say before continuing. “…I’m sorry. Justin… I really am. I…”

	“—You’re SORRY?” he yells as he turns to look at me, tears running down his face. “Sorry for what? Are you sorry that I had to live in the same house as a homophobic asshole that beat me every time I came home late, thinking I was out at gay bars? Are you sorry that I got bashed at my own prom, after refusing to go, and only giving in because my ONLY friend didn’t want to go alone? Are you sorry that I was hospitalized for a month, in a coma for two weeks, and lost all hopes of ever drawing again? Or, and this one I find hilarious… are you sorry that you took me home and fucked me all night long, hoping I wouldn't be affected by your encouraging words of undying love in your drugged state of mind?” 

	Justin glares at me… “Justin… I’m… I didn’t know.”

	“Well, look at me now, Brian! I’m completely vulnerable! I’m drunk on drugs I don’t even know the names of! Why don’t you just fuck me one last time before I’m gone for good? The price is right, and it’s the last time your going to have the chance… so why not… you… fucking beautiful asshole!!”

	“Justin… please… come down from there… I can’t let you do this.”

	“Well, too fucking bad!”

	“Justin, I know you. I know you don’t want to do this… this is not you…”

	“THIS IS ALL I AM!!!” he shouts at me, laughing. “When you left me there that day, you took a piece of me with you… my hopes and dreams, Brian! I have nothing left… so, sure! I accept your apology! Why not?” he turns back to the water. “It doesn’t change anything…”

	“Justin… that day I left… I knew I had made a mistake… and I don’t know why I didn’t say something… when I walked out that door, I left a part of myself behind…”

	“Well, it’s too late…”

	“No, it’s not, Justin. Just come down, and let’s go somewhere to talk… I’ll buy you a cup of hot chocolate, and some rice squares!” This has to get his attention… it just has too…

	“…Maybe… another night… just… take me home…”

	I hold out my hand to him, and he looks at me as if I'm a different person… maybe I am… “I’m glad you decided to live…”

	“Well, how could I resist food?” Justin looks at me hard before placing his face on my chest and crying… “Brian… it’s been horrible… I’ve missed you every day since then… hoping you’d come back to me… praying you would save me…” I can feel him shivering under me…

	“It’s alright, Sunshine… let’s just get you in some shoes, and take you home for the night…” I pull him close, and walk him to my jeep…