With every breath that I am worth here on Earth, I'm sending all my love to you. So if you dare to second guess, you can rest assured that all my love's for you...

Justin's P.O.V.

I look up from my coffee and fix my gaze on Seth. He keeps fidgeting on the sleeve of his jacket and I sigh annoyed.

"You still have to tell me what you are doing here." Having him now in front of me is strange. I always thought that even though we didn't part on the best of terms, I'd feel something seeing him again; I mean, we've been together for years and I really think I am supposed to feel some sort of emotion. But as I sit here, staring at him and still finding him absolutely gorgeous, all I want to do is get up and leave and go find Brian.

I know that he's the one that made a mistake but after a week, I finally understood that he's been coming after me since the beginning and maybe it's time I do the same.

When I hear Seth clearing his throat nervously, I stop thinking about Brian and just focus on the man sat in front of me.

"Dean told me where you were."

I nod. "I guessed that much."

"And I wanted to see for myself if it was true," he trails off and shoves a hand in his hair. He looks frustrated and I can't help but smirk. He always thought to be so in control of his emotion, like I couldn't say we were serious until he wanted it to be serious, I couldn't hold his hand in public if he wasn't ok with that, I couldn't move the toothbrush if he had something to say against it and I couldn't say I loved him, until he said it first. He always feared I was going to change him, to try to dictate him.

I really wonder now, what I saw in him. Frowning, I realize that maybe at the end we were with each other out of habit; like we were supposed to be together because he took me away from my home and I was supposed to be with him because I left everything I had ever known to follow him.

"…because he said that you were and I couldn't believe him."

Shit, I got distracted again. "What?"

Seth huffs annoyed and I arc an eyebrow. Exactly, who does he think he is?

"I said that Dean told me you had moved on but I wanted to see it myself. So I came here because I couldn't believe him since he always hated me."

"That's because you were a cheating bastard and he was my best friend."

"Whom you fucked in between our breaks," he replies with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Look, Seth," I lean forward on the table, "I did move on from you, right after I left you," I stop myself and divert my gaze. "Well, maybe not right away because fuck, I've spent almost half of my life with you, but eventually I did move on from you."

"Jus, Babe, it's been a year, I'm sure that we can…"

"Can what, Seth?" I ask starting to feel angry too. "Just pick from where we left off? That would be a big no, thank you and don't ever call me Babe again." I take a deep breath in order to calm me down because last thing I want is to make a scene. "Now, I'm sure Dean sent you for a reason and I think I know what that is. He's always been my best friend and no matter what, he will always be because he's the one thing I'm certain of in my life and that's not going to change."

"Then why do you think he sent your ex right to you?" he asks smirking and I have to restrain myself from hitting him.

"Because he wanted me to face my past, just for once and then move on. I already started doing it when I went to my father's funeral and stood up to my mother." His eyes widen for a moment and I sigh again. "Yeah the bastard is dead."

"I guess I should say I'm sorry but I don't really think I am." He smiles and I chuckle. Yep, if there's someone that has seen everything I went through right from the start, it's him. Dean came later whilst Seth was there with me when my world came crushing down.

"I'm not either now. He should have made the effort to accept me since I was his son…"

"But he didn't, so I say fuck him, even though he's dead and you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead."

"I remember when you first told me to tell him to fuck off," I shake my head because I know I should just say what I want to say and then leave. But letting completely go of the past, was never in me.

When I was in school, I remember that every time I lost a friend, that they stopped talking to me, I still wanted to make sure they were ok; that they were working for their dreams… I'm such a fool.

"Justin, I am sorry, so sorry for how we parted," he sighs and looks right into my eyes and I can see that he's being honest. "And I know saying sorry isn't enough, but that's all I can offer."

"I can forgive you, Seth," I lean just a bit forward taking his hand in mine for moment. "You made me happy for so long and it's so stupid to let how it ended overshadow the good times but I don't know when it started. When did I stop being enough?"

"It wasn't like that, I just… before you came along, I was in a certain way and then I changed myself to be with you and that never works. I wasn't supposed to be the guy you marry or the perfect fit for being a father, but I tried to be that because of you. Love is compromise. Whoever says that you can be in a relationship and never change anything about yourself is a fool that will spend his life alone. Now I know that, but a year ago I didn't. I still believed that I needed to pretend to be what you wanted or you wouldn't have been happy. All the fights we had," he sighs and takes away his hand from mine to rub his eyes before focusing back on me. "They were because I was pretending to like who I was when I was with you and I was trying too hard not to let it show. And it's absurd because I know you'd accepted me as I truly am and with time I'd become the man I was supposed to become, but I skipped forward and it didn't work out in the end."

"So we just weren't right for each other?" I laugh humorlessly. "It's that simple? You don't like who you are when you're with me, someone I'd never ask you to be, and you cheat on me?"

"It never happened before your friend died, I swear." He looks straight into my eyes. "I know it doesn't mean anything now because you'll never trust me again, but it's true. After he died you became distant, always hanging with Dean, going everyday to the cemetery and…"

"My best friend had just died," I hiss.

"I know," he gulps and diverts his gaze. "I know," he repeats, "and I should have been there for you, but I wasn't and you weren't and…"

"You looked someplace else to fulfill your needs?" I ask in disbelief and really, I shouldn't be so naïve at this point.

"Yes." It's the truth, finally the truth.

So we broke up because I turned him into something he wasn't ready to be, because I was devastated from by best friend's death and because in the end, we really weren't right for each other.

I shake my head and look at him. I'm not sure why, but I can feel myself starting to smile. "We're being honest with each other for the first time in a long time."

Seth nods and chuckles. "I came here to win you back, to make sure it wasn't true that you've moved on and drag you back to Seattle. I was a fool, wasn't I?"

"Dean wanted to make me face my past and maybe to help you see that it's time to let go."

"Because you did?"

I study him, his eyes, his expression, the way his brown hair frames his beautiful face, his lips are set in a tight line and how the barely visible beard on his cheek and chin makes him look a little older than he truly is.

Maybe if I hadn't met Brian I'd go back with him, but I don't like to think I'd be so weak.

"I did," I say, slowly, clearly, absolutely sure…

"Guess I'll have to." He laughs. "It's going to be hard though."

"It's been a year."

"That I spent looking for you all around Seattle," he shakes his head. "I'm such a fool."

"We both were." I extend my hand towards his face and trace the line of his cheekbones. "But it was great…"

"While it lasted?" He puts his hand on mine smiling. "Please, let's leave the cheap clichés out of this, will you?"

"Seth I…" I sigh and I can feel my eyes watering up because I'm letting go of such an important part of my past and it'd be so safe to just go back than move forward.

"Please, don't apologize." He clears his throat nervously, "I guess I should let you go back home or to your boyfriend's…"

"We're on a break right now."

Seth arcs an eyebrow. "Please, don't do this all over again, ok? The breaks we had got us nowhere, so please, fix things with him."

"This is your 'I'm-the-boyfriend-I-know-better' advice?"

He laughs, "I guess." He gets up and throws some bills on the table and then points towards the door. "Shall I walk you home?"

"There's no need," I said getting up and following him over to the door. When we're standing on the street I reach up and bring his mouth down for a brief kiss. I feel his arms coming around my waist and I step back. "I really loved you."

He nods. "I loved you too."

It's just another smile and a wave of the hand, the parting way in which I say good-bye to my past.

I walk up to my building and take the lift up to my floor but when I step outside, I freeze.

Brian is standing against my door with his arms crossed over his chest. "Mrs. Lockwood let me in," he says by way of greeting and I nod before walking over to the door just as Brian steps aside. I let us in and sigh before turning around to look at him.

He closes the door behind him before crossing his arms again.

I look at Brian waiting for him to say anything but when he doesn't start talking, I sigh. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to talk but it was a stupid thing and..." He shrugs.

I frown, cutting him off. "What was stupid?"

He walks over to the couch and sits down. "I saw you."

"Saw me?"

"With that jerk... fucking Seth..." He looks angry and about ready to throw something into the wall. I bite down on my lower lip and stare at him in silence. He finally looks at me and I can see that despite all the bullshit he'd like to make people believe, he's vulnerable. "I saw you two..."

"You saw us do what?" I ask him walking over to the couch and sitting down on the coffee table so I'm able to look straight into his eyes. "You saw me crossing the street to the Café on the other side of the street with him and you saw us talking. Then, presuming that you stayed long enough and not just took off, you saw me getting up and leaving, alone." I stress the word alone hoping to get him to grab the meaning of what I'm telling him.

"I saw you kissing him from the window in the staircase."

I could almost swear to see him blush for an instant admitting that. "You saw me cutting the end loose Brian, because that's all I was doing..." This time it's me who divert his gaze. "Just saying good-bye."

"God I'm pathetic," he whispers.

"No you're not," I tell him shaking my head and looking up in his face. "I am the pathetic one. I was jealous of a one night stand. Of a guy you won't ever see again probably, well, aside from when you will be going to Chicago to discuss business with Leo or he comes here. You were jealous of someone whom I've lived with. That's different."

We look into each other's eyes for several seconds and then he finally smiles. "I'm sorry," it's said in nothing more than a whisper. "The things I told Cynthia..."

"Don't need to apologize." I get up and walk over to the window. Soon, I feel him sighing and standing up and a second later, his arms are around my waist. "We decided to take things slowly and you were right. You never promised anything and I shouldn't have got so angry over nothing."

"You have the right to feel hurt. I didn't think. I didn't imagine that you would have been hurt hearing the rumors at work or finding out just how fucking much of a slut I am... So yeah, I need to apologize."

I stare at the city's landscape for a moment before sighing and looking down at his hands crossed on my belly. "Guess we were right saying that we're fucked up," I tell him quietly and I feel him chuckle before leaving a kiss against my temple. He puts his chin down on my shoulder and I entwine our hands together.

"Yeah, but if we weren't we wouldn't have fun."

I gave a humorless laugh. "Fun?"

"Yes. See, now that we have fought, we can have our own very first make-up session and that's going to be fun."

I shake my head slightly. "At least you can see the positive side."

"One of us has to. So," he turns me around and leaves a brief kiss on my lips. "What are we gonna do now?"

I arch an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Are you ok with how things were going?"

"Brian..." I pull out of his arms and sigh. "What do you want me to tell you?"

"Just the truth," he says shrugging before going again to sit down on the couch. "We've been together for seven months right?"

"I guess... give or take..."

He smirks. "Are you telling me that you haven't marked the date on the calendar or in your diary with little red hearts all around?"

I laugh. "Asshole."

His grin becomes a smile and soon a laugh. He extends his hand. "Come here," his voice is husky and I can feel myself starting to forget about our conversation.

I walk over to him and straddle his lap. He locks his arms around my waist and I kiss him briefly. "What are you getting at?" I ask sliding my arms around his neck.

"That we took it slowly enough. If you have any request, then go ahead and be my guest..."

"Brian..."

He searches my eyes for I don't know what and finally, I feel his hand softly caressing my cheek. "I'm serious. What do you want?"

Now I have to choose my words carefully so I won't look like one of those romantic fools that he despites so much but I know that we're ready for this, because we should really stop being so daft. I take a deep breath and divert my gaze. "I don't want you to..."

"I asked you what it is that you want. So just answer the damn question," he looks, or to be more specific, is trying to look like he's annoyed by the whole conversation and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"I was just saying that I won't trap you into something," because I don't really need another Seth, thank you very much. "I can't just say what I want without knowing what you want..."

He huffs. "Bullshit. If I tell you what I want than you're going to change your mind and tell me what you think I want to hear."

I frown. "I said that I was fucked up, but you're paranoid. I promise to tell you the truth."

And once again we're back at staring at each other; once again he's studying attentively my eyes.

Finally, he nods and rolls his lips into his mouth for a moment. "I can't stand to see anyone else's hands on you and I don't give a fuck if people think that I shouldn't be jealous because I'm Brian Kinney and Brian Kinney doesn't do jealous or boyfriends, or relationships or love... I'm sick and tired of being what everyone else expects me to be. You're different. The fact that you were so angry about what happened in Chicago, is the proof that you expect something different from me and I want to be that. For you," the last part, he says it in a whisper and it's so strange to hear him dish out what he feels this way.

"And I hate that no matter what people will always believe that I have to be a certain way because otherwise, I'm being a hypocrite. I just don't give a fuck. I've said this for years but I was living up to other people's expectation and this is twisted! I can say right now and be totally honest doing it, that I don't care what other people think. And as for the time when you're not around..." He trails off for a moment diverting his gaze from mine.

When our eyes lock together again, he looks determinate but in some way, also scared. "I wouldn't particularly mind if you were."

I just stare at me because really, what could you possibly answer to something like this? I can feel him starting to tense up and about to pull all his walls back up so I do the first thing that comes up in my mind and I grab his face between my hands and kiss him softly.

When I pull back, I can almost see a little kid in his eyes. He still looks fucking scared. "Is that your way to tell me that you love me, you want to be with me and only me and that you'd like for us to live together?"

A couple of seconds go by and then he smirks, "'Course not."

I smile at him. A smile so fucking big that my cheeks hurt but I don't give a fuck. "You sure that it's what you really want?"

"Yes." His answer is resolute. "What do you want?"

"All that... all you're willing to give me because I want you, the real you no matter what this person is..."

"You freaked out about that..."

"Because I can't help it if I'm jealous. But you keep showing me that I'm more than that guy... In the last week you've come after me relentlessly and I..." I trail off for a moment and I can feel Brian's hands gripping tightly my hips, like some way of anchoring me to him. "I guess I fell in love with you all over again and God this sounds so corny!" I laugh and he does the same before kissing me.

"What the hell happened to us?" he asks still smiling goofily.

"I guess, somewhere between laughing for no reason, stupid arguments, and making fun of each other, we fell in love with each other."

The End

A/N: So, here's the ending my fellows readers. I'd like to thank everyone that has read/commented this story and that stick with it even if sometimes it took me ages to post an update. I hope that you like this ending and if I will have time, I'm going to write some outtakes/oneshots of this "universe".