"Why'd you let her go, man?" Kevin asked. He knew how Casey had saved Brian's life, basically, and Brian had done the same for her. They had lived for each other, and here was Brian, letting the woman he had lived for for the past two years, walk away.
"She needs someone who can give her attention twenty-four seven, someone who can sit down and listen to her talk for hours on end, and talk back, someone who knows what she's going through, because he's there to listen. Someone who is in one city all the time, not touring. Someone who can hold her and make everything all right in the world again. Someone who she can kiss and still feel the magic with," Brian said softly, watching the elevator door where the woman he loved had left him forever without so much as a glance back or a wave.
"Brian, she needs you," Kevin said softly. "She lived for you."
"That's right, Kevin," Brian said, not taking his eyes from where she had been. "But lived is a word in the past tense. The one thing I can give her that's mine isn't what she needs."
"What's that?" Kevin asked, putting a brotherly arm around Brian.
"Love," Brian said as he turned and walked into the suite, tears running down his face as he sat in the living room and smelled the scent of her perfume she'd sprayed on before she left. The smell of her. He opened his wallet and stared at the picture of her smiling up at him. "My love is all I have to give."