A/N: this fic is yaoi and 4 those of u who do not know what yaoi is it is love between 2 guys. i do not except flames 4 this being yaoi, after all no one's forcing u 2 read this! u've been warned!

Disclaimer: I don't own HM or any of it's characters.

Jack's POV

Cliff, I wish that you would realize how much you mean to me. I watch as you

hang out with Ann, and you say things to her that I wish you would say to me, but I know

that you never will. When we hang out I'll find myself staring transfixed at you until you

bring me back to reality by saying my name, giving me a look of curiosity and asking if

I'm listening. I'll nod and then force myself to listen as you talk about how great Ann is,

and how much you love her. And even though it tear's me up inside, I smile and say how

happy I am for you, even though I wish it was me that you'd confess your love for. I'll

then lie awake at night for hours, unable to sleep, thinking about you and wishing.

Wishing you could be lying here in my arms, and then the tears come, because I know it

will never be. "It's not right." I tell myself. "I'm a guy and so is he. It's just not right."

But I know it's no use. I'm hopelessly in love with you Cliff, and I just can't force myself

to go through this anymore. It hurts too much to see you and Ann exchanging love words

to each other, kissing, hugging or any of it. I've made up my mind. When I get home I

head over to the cutlery drawer and begin to rummage through it until I find what I'm

looking for. I bring the knife up to my throat and as tears pour down my face I whisper "I

love you Cliff." And then it's all over.

A few hours later there's a knock at the door, and Cliff's voice as he calls out

"Jack? Are you there?" He tries the door and finds it unlocked. He opens it and steps

inside. He utters a small scream of horror when he sees me dead on the floor. He spots a

piece of paper lying on the ground next to me. He walks over and picks it up, and this is

what it said:

Dig my grave, Dig it deep,

Dig my grave, from head to feet,

And on the top place a dove,

And remember this, I died for love.

I love you Cliff.

-The End
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