***Against his better judgment, Curt began kissing him back, heartache making Brian's lips taste bittersweet, not unlike his betrayal.***


*painful lump in throat*



***"Piss off then! Go on, go back to your wolves and your junkie twerps and your bloody shock treatment, and fuck you, too!"

Whatever catharsis Brian expected to feel didn't come. If anything, he felt more wretched than ever. Curt was gone.***



Exactly. :(

Well, I'm off to bed with the strains of "Bittersweet", playing in my head.

Thanks for another wonderful bedtime story, Silk.

Maybe I'll dream of happier times between the fellas. :evil