A/N: well her ya'll r. a sequel from cliff's POV. it's not my best piece of
work ever but oh well, it's gonna have 2 do. anyway enjoy and please R&R
cause i wanna know what u think!
Disclaimer: I do not own HM or any of it's characters.
Cliff's POV
I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling of the room I was staying in at the village Inn. I was thinking about Jack. About how only hours ago I
had gone to pay him a visit only to find him dead on his kitchen floor, with a small note lying on the ground next to him. I reached over to my bedside
table and grabbed the small piece of paper lying on top of it. Jack's note. I read it over for what must have been the 50th time already. My eyes
skimmed over it stopping once again on the last 2 sentences: "Remember this, I died for love. I love you Cliff." Guilt flooded through me, choking and
smothering me until I felt about to burst. Why hadn't I noticed that my best friend was in love with me? I'd seen the way he stared at me with pain in
his eyes when I talked of Ann. Why hadn't I paid attention to that look of pain? And then come the 'what ifs': What if I had paid attention? What if I
had just taken the time to ask him if something was wrong? What if I had been a better friend? Would Jack still be alive right now? "It's my fault." I
keep telling myself. "My fault he's dead. If I hadn't been so ignorant and paid more attention maybe he'd still be here." These thoughts are
unavoidable, and the knowledge that I have to live with them for the rest of my life just makes it even worse. Guilt is eating me alive, and there's no
escape. No escape from the pain and grief that I will carry with me forever. If I had done some thing, anything differently like ask him if some thing
was wrong maybe he'd still be alive, and I wouldn't be left with this feeling of guilt, but I guess I'll never know...
Rain was falling fast and hard the day Pastor Carter and the Mayor lowered Jack's coffin into the hole they had dug in the cemetery for him. I
looked around at all who had come. The whole village and his parents. His parents who where crying because I let their son die. But they didn't know
that, no one knew the real reason Jack killed himself. It was something that I would take with me to my grave. Once the funeral was over, people
started to leave giving their sympathies to Jack's parents and biding them farewell. Eventually his parents had to leave to catch the ship back to the
city. It was only me now. I walked over to his grave shaking not only from cold but from the grief that threatened to overwhelm me at any moment
now. I stood in front of his gravestone thinking about him. About how it's my fault he's gone, and then the grief I've been feeling does overwhelm me
and I collapse in front of the stone sobbing. The rain pours down on me, beating against my back and streaming down my face mixed with the tears
as I kneel there letting the grief take control of me. I lift my head and tilt it back just letting the rain pour down on me, as if it would wash away all the
guilt and shame I'm feeling. But of course, when I lower my head and shake the water out of my eyes it was still there. Maybe someday I'll be able to
convince myself that I'm not to blame, that there was nothing I could have done. Maybe someday, but for now all I can do is sit there in front of his
gravestone and whisper three words that I should have said a long time ago, three words that I mean with all my heart, three simple words that
could have saved his life: I love you. It's true. I love you Jack. I'll always love you. Now and forever.
-The End
Disclaimer: I do not own HM or any of it's characters.
Cliff's POV
I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling of the room I was staying in at the village Inn. I was thinking about Jack. About how only hours ago I
had gone to pay him a visit only to find him dead on his kitchen floor, with a small note lying on the ground next to him. I reached over to my bedside
table and grabbed the small piece of paper lying on top of it. Jack's note. I read it over for what must have been the 50th time already. My eyes
skimmed over it stopping once again on the last 2 sentences: "Remember this, I died for love. I love you Cliff." Guilt flooded through me, choking and
smothering me until I felt about to burst. Why hadn't I noticed that my best friend was in love with me? I'd seen the way he stared at me with pain in
his eyes when I talked of Ann. Why hadn't I paid attention to that look of pain? And then come the 'what ifs': What if I had paid attention? What if I
had just taken the time to ask him if something was wrong? What if I had been a better friend? Would Jack still be alive right now? "It's my fault." I
keep telling myself. "My fault he's dead. If I hadn't been so ignorant and paid more attention maybe he'd still be here." These thoughts are
unavoidable, and the knowledge that I have to live with them for the rest of my life just makes it even worse. Guilt is eating me alive, and there's no
escape. No escape from the pain and grief that I will carry with me forever. If I had done some thing, anything differently like ask him if some thing
was wrong maybe he'd still be alive, and I wouldn't be left with this feeling of guilt, but I guess I'll never know...
Rain was falling fast and hard the day Pastor Carter and the Mayor lowered Jack's coffin into the hole they had dug in the cemetery for him. I
looked around at all who had come. The whole village and his parents. His parents who where crying because I let their son die. But they didn't know
that, no one knew the real reason Jack killed himself. It was something that I would take with me to my grave. Once the funeral was over, people
started to leave giving their sympathies to Jack's parents and biding them farewell. Eventually his parents had to leave to catch the ship back to the
city. It was only me now. I walked over to his grave shaking not only from cold but from the grief that threatened to overwhelm me at any moment
now. I stood in front of his gravestone thinking about him. About how it's my fault he's gone, and then the grief I've been feeling does overwhelm me
and I collapse in front of the stone sobbing. The rain pours down on me, beating against my back and streaming down my face mixed with the tears
as I kneel there letting the grief take control of me. I lift my head and tilt it back just letting the rain pour down on me, as if it would wash away all the
guilt and shame I'm feeling. But of course, when I lower my head and shake the water out of my eyes it was still there. Maybe someday I'll be able to
convince myself that I'm not to blame, that there was nothing I could have done. Maybe someday, but for now all I can do is sit there in front of his
gravestone and whisper three words that I should have said a long time ago, three words that I mean with all my heart, three simple words that
could have saved his life: I love you. It's true. I love you Jack. I'll always love you. Now and forever.
-The End