|| Smile Again
Do you believe in love? Love at first sight? Do you believe in falling in love with someone, head over heels and just forgetting the world outside, never caring what others thing, knowing you can't breath without that other person. That you'll never smile again if that person ceased to be in your life.
That's how Bryan McFadden felt�but of course, it could never be that simple�he knew he'll never be left alone and his life could never be perfect. Even though he had the perfect woman by his side, proudly wearing a wedding ring, raising his two daughters.
It was a coincidence, really, that he bumped into her. Long black hair and dark green eyes and the body of a Goddess. He didn't have to say much�flirting was not needed, he just gave her his room key and they were hitting it on.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't care less. It's been 3 months since the last time he saw his wife and he was a man with needs, and right now, he needed sex. He needed to feel that feeling of someone kissing him all over his body. Moaning again his lips as he entered her. He needed to hear the sound of a woman that's enjoying herself with his every touch. He needed to hear her scream his name, begging him to not stop.
A few months after, however, he regretted it. That long blacked hair woman left her mark on him bad. No, she didn't sell her story to the papers, he began wishing that was it. He reckoned he'd rather deal with that�
He was sitting at his doctor's clinic, sweating. Waiting for the doctor to come out and call him. Give him his test results. When the doctor came out, with a look of concern on his face, it was obvious to everyone in the lobby it's Aids, the doctor didn't have to call him to his office to say it.
He got back home seeing black. The months that flew by since he visited the clinic were the worst of his life. He banned himself from his wife, not wanting her to have the same faith as him - sure death. He got freaked out at every signs of a cold he had. If someone sneezed or coughed next to him, he'd jump 6 miles up in the air�he was scared.
When he told his wife about it, she wasn't happy. He didn't know if it was the fact he yet again cheated on her or the fact he had Aids that made her angrier. It was both, she said.
His death came as no surprise to anyone�the black haired woman finally did sell her story to the tabloids and the whole world knew his shame. The whole world knew he was once again not loyal and the whole world now knew he had Aids.
Everyone started looking at him funny�his bandmates, that used to be his best friends, now stayed away from him. It was as if they were scared he'd infect them by looking at them, or being around them�
It wasn't the Aids that finally killed him. It was a gun. He was standing at the bathroom of his Dublin home. Kerry was in England with her mother and with Molly and Lilly Sue. It's been weeks since he last saw her.
He pointed the gun to his head and smiled. It was the first time he smiled in a long time. He knew rest would come at last and he could finally smile again.
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