Epilogue

I am Joshua Scott Chasez. Better known to everyone as simply JC. Remember me? Of course you do… I was the one that brought you into the mind of a genius. Yes, that’s it. You are remembering. Well to sum things up, I’m back. Back not to commit the “crimes” I was punished with, no that will be dealt with later on but not now, but to enter a new life. It’s a new year, of course.

All the lies. All the pain. All the saddened faces. The other’s followed in my lead with sharing their lives, their soul. I only showed you the surface. To know the JC I am will be… well nearly impossible. How could one person be exposed in a simple confession story that only breached the surface which was then followed by long, boring, rambles of nonsense from four other -- I shall be nice -- men. Obsession was their goal. Obsessed with, my gosh, myself. All of them. Wanting to be me, wanting to have me, wanting, wanting and more wanting. Like I have said… obsessed.

Laugh, you may, at the ego I may have but know this: I am not that. I’m clearing up the air around me. I am… alone in this story. You could learn more about what I am, or what I have become in the past year of quiet. Or you can simply not take anything seriously and just learn to enjoy the moment. Whatever path you choose, I will be there. I will be and it would be best for you to hold on. I wouldn’t want you to fall in love with me and then starts your obsession. Dear God, no. I wouldn’t want that. Heaven forbid.

Justin’s confession was a tad dry. Yes it was his life and all but so… dragging. Boring really. I had to drink cups of coffee to stay awake to finish it. Short read, yes, but dull nonetheless. He made me out to be a cold bastard that he loved. But why he loved me, I don’t know. I will be honest and say I have never loved him. Never. Despite of what he may have said… I couldn’t force myself to kiss him with passion. But whatever he may have seen or thought wasn’t my fault. To each his own, isn’t that the saying?

Joey. The actor of the “family.” Shit on him. Lies. He can never say how it is. Fame has gone to his head. Lies again, I repeat. Lies.

Chris was a story I never bothered to pay attention too. He was in his own world and still is. I raise my glass to him, but that is all I am able to do. Forgive me for not going into detail, but I have a list of things to deal with tonight. And he is not one of them.

Wade. I was told that you were only given two great loves in your life. No more, no less. However if they were such great loves, then they would have never left you. Let them go and if it’s true, they shall return to you. Again, not true in my book. I have had two great loves and have let both of them go. I have been waiting for their return and yet nothing as crossed my path. Wade’s story was near truth, I must say. His was the one that brushed the same surface I have. To know Fame is to live it. I love him dearly with my heart. I miss him.

Britney… now she never released her own words. She loves Justin, I once loved her, she loves Wade, Wade never loved her. She’s in pain, sorrow. But this isn’t about her.

My life force is gone. She was destroyed. I will not hold blame against Wade for what he did. He was young, naïve. I forgave him from the moment he told me. He finished that night off by telling me she was actually alive. Now if I was still blinded by the love I felt for my Gennie, I would have listened allowing myself to become like Chris. But all stories should have a happy ending.

And that’s where I am now. I have lost the loves of my life. I have no love to give. None to share. None to have. This truly is the Beginning to the End.