Standing there, at the top of the stairwell, he stared.

Stared silently at the scene before him, inside his word was crumbling, shattering, breaking.

The love of his life…kissing another man.

He tried to yell, but couldn't find his voice.

He laughed quietly, so hushed so they wouldn't hear him…he should've known. Everybody always leaves.

Why would he be the exception?

Was it that hard for someone to love him? To not leave? Stay by his die? The sound of lips smashing against each other, gave him the answer he needed.

But at the end…it was fine.

Because, really…one more scar was just fine.

His skin was marred of scars…scars of everyone who left.

At least the lines on his tanned skin…some very recent, some old…they wouldn't leave.

He didn't sleep that night, nightmares plagued his dream; but even if he woke up he'd go back to sleep…they were memories and memories were all he had left.

They got back together.

After they sorted things out

At first it was hard…to forgive him for what he had done but at the end he gave up into his pleas, into the kisses, touches he had to offer. And forgave him, leaping back into his arms.

They got married, bought a house. He was happy, they were happy.

Until the cancer hit.

He was laying in a hospital bed, pale and helpless…his hair had abandoned his body.

His husband was at his side, holding his hand.

He asked if he needed anything.

He needed the razor.

His husband didn't even question his wish and brought a small looking razor to his bed, face changing into one of confusion as he asked why he needed that.

Smiling weakly he simply brought the razor to his wrist.

He was gonna leave this world soon, he'll never see the love of his life again and he knew how to deal with that suffocating pain of knowing the truth.

But it was fine, because really…one more scar was just fine.

"I love you" He whispered as he made one tiny, deep cut on his wrist.

Beep. Beep. Beep…

James Diamond died.

Leaving Kendall Knight alone and heartbroken.