Justin looked out his bedroom window. It was January, and it was freezing cold. Snow was literally everywhere and even more was falling. And honestly, it wasn't Justin's favorite time of year, he just really preferred to be warm. But something about the view just fascinated him. He couldn't take his eyes off it. And he knew he had to paint that beautiful sight in front of him.
He hadn't thought much about painting lately, and even when he did occasionally, he was so busy that he didn't have time for it. Or maybe that was just an excuse, because painting just didn't bring him as much joy as it used to. But today he had all the time in the world. And this was how he wanted to spend it. Because he hadn't felt a spark like the one he was feeling right now looking out the window in a long time. He just had to buy some new art supplies at the store first.
He put on his warmest jacket and basically everything he knew would keep him warm and headed out. He felt like a fucking snowman covered in snow from head to toe. His face was completely frozen. So right after he got everything he needed from the store, he stopped at a coffee shop. He ordered a black coffee with one sugar, and because he was quite hungry, he took it with a croissant.
He just sat there for a while, thinking about... basically everything. Things had been tough lately, but he was managing... well, most of the time.
Before he headed out again, he went to the restroom first. He stopped in front of the mirror for a moment. He didn't look his best. He had dark circles under his eyes and some fine lines here and there. And he was actually pretty tired. But he really wanted to make that painting. So he rinsed his face with cool water and then headed for the exit.
He wasn't really paying attention to anything, just putting one foot in front of the other and basically pushing his way through the huge crowd, thinking about the beautiful view he wanted to paint so badly.
So it wasn't much of a surprise when he accidentally bumped into someone.
"Hey, I'm walking here, asshole!" shouted a stern voice.
"Shit. I'm so sorry," Justin said immediately, looking at the tall man in front of him.
"Be fucking careful, you're not the only one here."
"I said I was sorry." Justin got a bit irritated, but he tried to stay calm.
The older man just muttered something under his breath and walked away. Justin shook his head and just stood there for a few seconds, wondering how his life had gotten to this point.
But as he was about to continue walking, something suddenly caught his eye. Someone. In the crowd. It was only a split second, but he was so sure he had just seen... no, he couldn't, because it just wasn't possible.
But what if it was? What if it really was him? What if it was...?
"You're fucking dreaming," he said to himself.
But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he didn't see who he thought he saw, he couldn't shake the feeling in his chest. So he quickened his pace, walking straight ahead and looking around. But there were so many people and so many faces that his head began to spin.
He had to stop for a moment to catch his breath. Then he basically laughed at himself, he was being ridiculous. He was looking for someone who just couldn't be there. Someone who probably wouldn't even recognize him anymore. And he was really freezing, which was probably why he was delusional. His fucking brain was frozen, making him see things.
So accepting the fact that he was probably losing his mind, he decided it was time to head back home and start working on the painting. However, when he suddenly looked up, he saw a man a few feet in front of him who seemed to be staring at him. At first he couldn't see his face properly through the thick falling snow. But when he finally met his eyes, his heart immediately stopped. Because he would have recognized those eyes anywhere.
It really was him.
The man who stole his heart and never gave it back.
The one and only Brian Kinney.
His Brian.
The man he hadn't seen in almost 20 years.