Brian was right.
as usual. He always fucking right. Like her mother.
young boy.
Michael always seemed to live with a headset, the kind that were used in the quiz in the 80's, with the voice of his mother on one side and that of his other hand.
Two crickets speakers.
sometimes unbearable exactly like the original but, as the original, they are always right.
And of course this was the thing more irritating.
the dark, one sultry night as he had never experienced in his life, sitting beneath a slender tree that instead, thanks to moisture, so luxuriant was annoying, was drowning in & rsquo ; air that he seemed to gel and doubt.
decoficato had the look of Brian when he gave notice that he met Ben. It was the look of someone who understood, but had kept quiet to let him free to decide.
But he, naively, had accepted to do with that look offended, irritated by the fact that his friend was not happy for him.
reunification Ben had been the most rewarding and liberating at last he had lived for five years.
mate returned to Ben that he knew and loved, and that patina of pain that for years covered his eyes misted was making disappeared. His eyes sparkled. And it was through the eyes of Ben that he had seen at first hand the wonders that had led to the rebirth.
had followed him during a trip with 'his' children, had seen the warmth, affection, serenity and tranquility that had ferried off from the world of despair in which he had taken refuge, enjoying himself. Thinking that for him, perhaps it would be possible to live that life.
When Ben asked him to stay.
Brian was right.
Ben asked him to stay. And not for a defined period of time but to carry their lives in this enchanted world where it seemed that the pain does not exist, although in that field in particular, pain and suffering were the daily status of its inhabitants.
But he knew that Michael was suffering physical, not psychological.
He understood how some people for whom the wealthy Westerners feel a deep sense of pity and tenderness in the end be happier.
Why happiness, he explained Ben, you do not feel no pain, happiness is not to feel dead inside.
Michael if he was convinced that week. Ben had even agreed to accompany the Buddhist temple where they had completed the ritual to ask Buddha for 'indicate the current path of the soul'.
had gone the sight of the immense statue, had collected the stones and the dome had dropped into the basket at the foot of the Buddha.
Both, in both cases, they had stopped on their concave side. Sign that the soul was traveling, as opposed to block his path is the lean of the stones on their flat side.
And Michael had thought that too.
was willing to believe anything to start to live life as if the dream was to Ben from the beginning. The pain for Hunter, of course, would remain, but would become a thing of burning but serene.
No more psychological suffering, but one step in a process that they had been strengthened.
"What keeps you awake at this hour?" He heard the voice behind him and into the arms of Ben that surrounded the chest after he crouched behind him.
Michael brought his hands over those of the partner.
"What I've proposed."
Ben breathed a slight laugh neck companion closing with a soft and delicate kiss.
"It's so beautiful here, Ben," notes Michael with a genuine smile.
The man smiled again, got up and sat on the side, legs crossed like his own, look for trees that obscured the night, but were always there, regardless.
"Yes, it's nice. You'll see that Michael ... "
" Ben, "interrupted the man, turning a liquid look at him.
mate looked at him waiting, but Michael did not speak. Just merely to observe it as perhaps had never done before.
Then he shook his head 'no' mute.
Ben's eyes drooped defeated.
Michael believed to stifle the pain felt in the new Ben and that he had caused. But the decision was acquired in a clear and disruptive to ignore it would be a grave mistake.
that they would be paid forever.
"You are a fundamental part Ben in my life, "Michael began in a whisper -" But this is not my life. "
Ben got a look liquid on him and Michael shrugged.
"I could tell you that my life is my daughter that I should leave my job that I should leave the same way and even friends," he shook his head - "but it is not . Or rather it is just that. "
Ben sighed without interrupting.
"It's not my life because I did not want, I have not choice, although I am fine there. Just as I did not want Hunter's death, but so is success. Even at that time I thought 'star can not really happening to me' and instead ... "He paused to collect a small velvety petals of a purple flower -" Many things happen and I'm your life but are not really part of you. Continues to bring inside. The memory of Hunter, the memory this wonderful place, of this lovely island. But they are my life. There I found myself in the middle and can stay there as well I can not delude myself that is enough. Why are not born to be a missionary, was not born to live in a world where only satisfaction I'll get that prevented me from thinking about the pain, not born to live in Cambodia ... I was born to live with the people you love, are born to write comics for a house to share with the person I love. And even if it were possible to shape, change, adapt to, this would be, Ben, a change to anything that does not belong to me.
Sure, I could try it I feel with you I could do anything, "he stopped returning our gaze on the companion -" But it would be a mistake, and you know why it would be? "
The man swallowed the knot that was formed in the throat and shook her head.
Michael smiled friendly and put his hands framing his face: "Why, Ben, this is not even yours, for life."
The man's eyes grew dismayed and questions.
"It's a life that you have been looking that you learned of your illness. It was a way out, a way of supporting a thought intolerable, a utopian country where all would be in place. And now, you deluded that here in this place that really helped you so much, to finally be back to where you belong. But it is not. "
Michael's voice broke touched by the wonder of his own clarity of vision that never before had lived:" The place you belong to is this, " she whispered, bringing two fingers to touch read temple.
Ben's mouth is slightly open without any word could get out of it.
Michael shook his head again gently: "And wherever you go, anywhere you think is the promised land, does not really exist in this world. Exists only in your head and your heart and that's where you get there, "his eyes grew moist as he knew what would bring that reflection.
He would go away, Ben would have been, and perhaps everything would have been there.
sighed trembling, "I'll wait Ben. If you want to come back, I'll be there. And if you understand that this is your life, well then ... "A tear fell slowly mingling with the sweat on his cheek -" ... it means that he must go well. It means that the time reserved for us has come to an end and was the most beautiful and important of my life. What made me grow up, knowing the love and experience happiness. If this is the path that our souls had to do, then accept it and appreciate it had. "
Ben's eyes grew moist and Michael closed his sighing all the pain of the realization that though he was giving a feeling of contentment never experienced.
Each piece was going fine. He had thought impossible could happen without Ben. Now, with wonder, he knew that had done it without him.
He paid a Buddha, in which he did not believe, because in his soul the way he imposed the presence of Ben.
But only the future could know. Certainly not a statue made of jade. O two stones rolled in a basket.
'White Flag' - Dido
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7HcWPDYtwI&ob=av2n
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"I've done it!" Linds ruled by its lively entrance to the loft and headed to the kitchen counter where Brian and Justin were having breakfast.
He went to Justin and smacked a kiss on the cheek: "Welcome back!"
Justin smiled and smiled back: "Thanks."
"You did it to do what?" said Brian without greeting her as if her go without playing, and establish a kind of victory without explaining what, it was common practice at home Kinney.
But perhaps it was.
Linds sat at the table with them, grabbing a chocolate biscuit: "To convince the children that after a convalescence of two weeks, have not yet been completed to tell the truth, there is no need to go to Disneyland. Do not mess with measles! "
Brian sniffed," You scared to death Gus and Jenny into thinking you have a deadly disease just does not make them go to Disneyland? "
Linds looked up to heaven: "Apart from that measles is a disease more dangerous than most might think ..."
"Oh sure, you want to put with smallpox? They defeated one, do not neglect to understand why with measles, "ridiculed for Brian Justin mischievous giggle.
Linds looked at both with an air of compassion. We enjoyed each other like two children of the nursery.
"Can you be serious for a minute," asked uncompromising.
Brian shrugged, "I am seriously Linds, it's you who choose paths absurd to reach targets much easier. You could just tell him that we canceled the trip to Disneyland for a week. "
" Why had measles, "she insisted.
"But not anymore," he continued undaunted man giving her a smile too arrogant.
"I'm still recovering!"
"We canceled when no one knew if they had time to heal or not."
The woman's eyes widened and stood up, "I thought that the return of Justin you had softened."
Brian exploded in a sincere laugh and shook his head: "I assure you that the return of Justin causes many physical reactions in me but certainly not to sweeten"
The boy looked at him with a smirk and winked.
Linds snorted all his irritation at being the center of a square of torque without the complicity of his presence was considered minimal.
"Ok, ok. However, they understood and in the end make it to the feast of the fairies that were quite convinced quickly. Scarlett? "
Brian leaned back a cheerful look on her:" You know for a week, or we could be canceled. "
Linds gave him a wry smile:" The perfect dad. "
Brian shrugged, smiling and getting up to pick up the cup for breakfast:" You should be happy since I am also the father of your son. "
She sighed , shaking his head in resignation.
"Hello Aunt Linds!" He greeted a small voice behind him.
"Hello darling, how are you?" Smiled the woman taking Scarlett in her arms.
"Good. When I review Gus and Jenny? "
" Even today, if you want. The disease has now passed and are no longer contagious. "
" Which brings us back to why we can not go to Disneyland ... "muttered Brian out of the fridge getting the slight nudge of Justin - "Come on stop it!" Ordered him chuckling amusement.
"No, today I can not. Daddy is back and we get together we go to the cinema. You know you're at home all week without working? "He informed a delighted smile on his face.
Lindsay smiled softly, "I know! And I bet you have great fun together, and then ... six days ... "cue the woman with a wink.
"'The fairies!" cried the little enthusiastic.
Actually you know that on Halloween at Disneyland was missing was a company more difficult than they thought Brian had wanted to, but the idea of the weekend fairy had contributed a lot to help contain the crisis.
At that point, sorry for Disneyland was already a distant memory in the mind of the child, whose excitement over the weekend to be growing exponentially every day.
"You have convinced Dad to come?" Lindsay asked for the trouble under the skin of Brian.
He made it clear early on that there would be gone, 'but for the Scarlett!' was the refrain that he had had to put up with that thing was organized, in the sinister attempt to do so feel guilty.
"There's Justin, she is happy anyway, rather it is definitely the most because I'd be only a source of irritation for myself and for you all," was his conviction response, from which would not move an inch.
Going directly to a lever on the feelings of Scarlett, from Lindsay to get an absurd goal made him tighten his stomach. But he said nothing.
"No, Daddy has to work that weekend," he exhibited a quiet Scarlett.
'Tell her it's a bale out of the house and you' ll kick your ass once and for all 'Brian thought while looking askance swallow the contents of a bottle of Evian.
Linds did not see the small but smiled: "It's true, I forgot. But so often there is no Papy? You have already studied your fairy name? "
Scarlett smiled a smile that seemed could never fade:" No, this evening after the movies and pizza. And then tomorrow we go to Debbie to let him try the dress! He has just returned and has not tried yet! "
Linds laughed lightly and kissed the forehead of Scarlett:" Come, have breakfast in a row now! "Ordered her stand on the seat on ' top kitchen counter stool.
"Well," then ruled cheerful gathering the bag that had rested on the bench - "I'm going there this week to hear details of the shipment." He smiled at Justin who winked and nodded and walked to the door before you hang by the phone.
"But when did not hear your voice," asked how happy they were his own business - "There are four calls," Brian smiled
clever passing and going to ' unit: "Justin came back last night, just an old and pantofolaia lesbian as you may think that not only us to answer the phone but we had even heard him play."
Lindsay giggled while Brian was part of the messages .
"Hello Justin, are mum," relayed the first message and Brian nodded as if to say ' who else could it be?' - "your phone is ; off, I just wanted to know if you came. "
Justin from the bench kitchen where Scarlett was holding that had breakfast laughed: "He had heard by chance of a New York-Pittsburgh crashed? What questions does the grandmother? "
Scarlett laughed happily.
"Hello hello also Brian and Justin have always Jennifer. Sorry, but it also turned off the phone with Brian. I say something? "
Brian, Linday and Justin smiled and shook his head. Smile that turned into a merry laugh, and the third message: "Hello boys. Now it's Sunday morning and I have not news. Look, if you do not call within the one, step out! "
Justin threw his head in his hand, laughing, followed by Scarlett:" My grandmother is a bit 'crazy! "
And Brian Lindsay and indulged in a sincere laugh.
Fourth message: "Hello, Mrs. Taylor, is McDown the Chicago Museum of Art, I am sorry to use your home number, but I tried to phone three times during the day yesterday and two this morning and is not reached. For safety I also sent an e-mail, given the urgency of the message. Sorry provide such short notice, but due to organizational problems of timing for the opening, the beginning of his work was brought forward a week. Should go to Chicago next Monday coming ... tomorrow. I realize that this may be an inconvenience for her, but there are other solutions. Obviously, we have already taken steps to change her flight and hotel reservations. If it goes to our office in Pittsburgh will find everything ready for departure set for Monday at four. The Please let me have feedback as soon as possible. I called his office but also to imagine that being the weekend there is none. I await his diligent news. Thank you and sorry about that yet. "
Laughter dropped from everyone's face.
Brian looked at Justin, Lindsay looked at Brian and Justin looked at the table and his shoulders sagged.
"But tomorrow is Monday '..." ruled with a slight tone of disappointment Scarlett. There were still margins, he thought, had not grasped well the implications of that call.
Nobody answered.
Brian kept looking at Justin, Lindsay began to look at my toes and finally Justin looked at Brian.
"But you had to go the Monday after, not this!" Scarlett said with a tone of quiet disappointment after he had added a brick to the logical reasoning in which he was venturing.
Nobody answered.
Brian's eyes were fixed on those of Justin, both held their breath. Only the sigh of Lindsay reported that they were not in the scene of a DVD jammed.
"But we go to the weekend of the fairies, "Scarlett said with a tone of deep disappointment and broken voice after the reasoning and logic had led to the conclusion unassailable.
Brian blinked once and stares at Justin. The boy held his breath and the brick that had fallen into his chest.
Brian sucked dry nose blurring the view, waiting
Justin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, turning to her daughter.
"I Sorry, love. You work, you understand, right? And it is the most important job this year. Are you going with her grandmother, Gus and Jenny! "
Lindsay, for no real reason, she felt her eyes cloud over with tears.
The face of disbelief from Scarlett leaned into a mask of disappointment, pure, sincere, intractable. The tears flowed unrestrained that was erupting all over the disappointment that was crushing his heart.
Brian Morse his lip and stares at Justin who do not look at him. Then she moved and went to his daughter, who was hugging to comfort her and Justin picked it up.
"No, we do not go with her grandmother, Gus and Jenny," he said looking at his companion before forcing most of his forced smiles and give it to her daughter: "Are you going with me."(THIRD TIME)
