Pov> Robert Downey Junior
I put the cup on the saucer, I feel the cold and hard inside me can not be overcome by the temperature of the tea, which Jude has served us impeccably. "Found the whole Susan?" - Application friendly and affable, but spontaneous, with her has always had a good relationship. "Several things, not even imagined that Rob wanted to give me this maternity shopping trip, maybe he hates the boutique in Malibu ..." - she says, absorbed in the memory of that walk with me to the shops, where we chose changing table, cradle, rides in wood. I remain silent, because my ideas clashed with the back of Jude, who avoids my gaze since we arrived. "Your house is beautiful ... you see that there is a British touch ..." - she adds quietly, standing up, moving out of that spacious lounge. In my mind, makes its way replication, that Jude is silent: there's my touch in this combination of things, but you, my dear, I do not understand, you can not really know. Disappear, perhaps looking for a bathroom. "I had prepared the guest room at the bottom." - Suddenly you say. "The lock is still broken ... Jude?" "Of course, I lose all the time the contact details of the locksmith, plumber ..." It 'true, I was doing chores when I, during the brief stay in England. "You should not bother you and guests ..." - add weak. "Imagine, then Robert and I wanted to congratulate your wife." - Pointing replicate, like a predator ready to tear you. My heart stops, imperceptibly, then resumed, now that I can not die ... A wish is about to come true, in different ways than I had dreamed of, with you, Jude. Maybe we only cheated: you and me, parents. We were bleak and absent fathers, but together, we could give that added value, which could only be born from our love for a child to raise, by adopting it. It was the best solution, so sad because we had a choice, among thousands of hearts fragile, large eyes, which we explored, in the centers where we had made secret visits, reinforced and, without giving too much explanation. The celebrity helps to give a lot of misunderstandings, the trend of the period was ideal, many celebrities are willing to welcome into their lives a little golden abandoned or survived wars, famines, disasters, when the real disaster we were, Jude ... Here we are, I put Susan pregnant, my sentence was creaking with the sweetness in the ostentatious follow every step, since she had taken the test. You get up, to get away, even if you've never been so distant and so visible, I have even embraced the door, much less now that she has left us alone for too long. I used to slide his fingers around your lips, bent his head, pushing her mouth toward me, taking my heat, before kissing, long, time. Susan knows how close we are, but I can not explain what I really feel for you for three years at least, a love which no one has yet written the right words to describe it, it's too bad, before it would be logical to escape, but I was essential to continue to live and you know Jude. Childhood would be helpful to be educated and prepared for a similar experience, albeit rare, reserved for a select few. Those who choose to do so indiscriminately, as with death and in the end the difference is subtle, sometimes this love turns, puts you on the edge of the precipice, then it's up to you to decide whether or throw back and escape. Raise your finger and press the button on the left remorse and regret on the right: or, indisciplinatamente, pound their fists on both, until exhausted, screaming, crying. I'm doing now, drowning all inside of my chest, to avoid tantrums and a terrible moment, when it spit out the truth, our truth, Jude, we have so much of our own, in this room and up the short path to that which was our bed warm, reassuring, intoxicated the senses, we were leaving, then remove from improbable projects, keeping one certainty: we never left. "Jude ..." - I whisper as if I had not a breath of life, from the throat to my smile, you were the one to light with a purity and spontaneity I felt better and realized I was alive, I was me and you were you, but as two reflections of the same person, caressing the pulsations and thrills, like waves that lapped at our hearts. There is still that land, that there's ever been, yet it seemed so close, then dramatically away in a rainy night, right here, in the entrance of this luxurious palace: I had stopped going up, you were furious and debased, my unexpected turn, one to which I no longer thought, pretending to myself that Susan had solved it for me when I was that I had to act. They are like confetti and then become projectiles, days, events, commitments, criminal signs put signatures on contracts, the notoriety that haunting becomes destructive ... I have broken Jude, I've ruined the boy solar and positive, that you had become, thanks to me. There were renamed for fun in the bathtub one morning in September, the new Downey, the new Law. Explosion of joy, here is what you were and what you are not here anymore. I conceived of a life and I've killed another one: yours. And I'll never forgive. Never. THE END
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