So, this idea popped into my head weeks ago, and I just had to write it. It's been bothering me. I apologize if you find it a bit confusing. Everything will make more sense in chapter two. Review please! :)

Warning: character death

James's POV

Of all the mistakes James Diamond had made in his life, he knew that this was by far the biggest. And now, here he was, watching from behind the hedges, staring at the house that belonged to the only man he had ever truly loved. He had so many things running through his mind, so much he needed to tell the short brunette, but he was scared. As far as he knew, Logan Mitchel wanted nothing to do with him, which he supposes is exactly what he wanted, but it still hurts. It hurts to think that the man he once knew so well has moved on, and no longer needs him. James knows it's his fault. He was stupid to think he would be alright on his own. He was stupid for ever letting Logan go.

A burning rage builds in the pit of his stomach, a mixture of self-loathing and hatred for the man that caused this mess. He once had everything all figured out, had his future planned, and then he had to come and ruin it all. Everything had changed so drastically these past ten years. He had moved to New York, and lived by himself in a small apartment, constantly watched and followed by him. But now he was dead, and he was finally free to live his life. Nervousness builds in the pit of James's stomach. He's not sure if he should go knock on the door, or if Logan will even talk to him. He's afraid to see the hurt in the small brunette's eyes.

Camille had warned him that Logan didn't have feelings for him anymore, but he simply pushed back the pain in his chest at those words. Logan had to still feel something for him, right? They were made for each other. True, he had broken the raven-haired boy's heart, and then left without a word, but once Logan heard the truth, he would forgive him. At least, James hoped he would. He needed him to. He'd lived without Logan for too long.

The front door of the house opens, and James's heart nearly stops at the sight of his ex-boyfriend as he steps outside. Logan glances into the doorway, laughing, and then another man steps out. James's stomach sinks. Camille had warned him, but he was in no way prepared for this. Logan had moved on, had found someone else. He feels the tears pooling in his eyes, his heart shattering. James curses himself for being so stupid all those years ago. How could he have made such a huge mistake?

Logan and the other man hold hands as they head towards the car in the driveway, stopping next to the door on the driver's side. The man leans down and places a soft kiss to the brown-eyed man's lips, hugging him tightly. James looks away, the tears beginning to fall. He's lost him. After all these years of waiting to be with Logan again, he's lost him. It's clear that the two have been dating a while at the very least, but something tells James that it's more than that, and as something on Logan's finger glints in conformation, the tall brunette lets out an agonized moan. He bites down on his fist to muffle the sound, but Logan and his husband don't seem to notice, anyway.

"Bye, babe," Logan says as the man gets in the car. Smiling, his husband gives him a small wave and a smile before pulling the door shut. That should be him Logan's saying goodbye to. This was the future he had always dreamed of, and now someone else was living the life he should have had. Logan watches silently as his husband pulls out of the driveway, and they share one last wave before the man drives away. James can't believe that this is really happening, can't believe how much he could have ruined his life. All he wants is Logan. That's all he's ever wanted, and now, he can't have him.

The pain is too much, and James quietly sobs as Logan turns away. He knows he can't show himself now, can't thrust himself back into Logan's life. Not now, when he's finally settled down and happy. He won't make Logan suffer any more because of him. His legs shake as he stands, turning away from the man he still loves, his vision blurred by his tears. He hurries away, out into the middle of the street, desperate to get away. He doesn't see the car that comes racing down the street.

James feels himself get hit, feels himself flying through the air, and then he's lying on the ground in a daze. The car speeds off, not even slowing down, and James whimpers softly as the pain hits him. Everything hurts. His ribs are definitely broken, as well as his left leg. Blood is everywhere, filling the air with its metallic scent. His head is throbbing, and his vision is foggy.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?"

He hears footsteps, and then Logan is kneeling next to him, eyes gazing over his body. His eyes travel up his chest, finally resting on James's face, and then he gasps, eyes widening.

"James?"

"Hey, Logan," James chokes out, trying to smile but managing only a grimace. The shorter brunette just stares, a look of pure horror on his face, mouth hanging open in disbelief. James groans, eyes squeezing shut as his body throbs with pain, and Logan snaps out of his daze.

"How did you- Why are you- James?" Logan quickly stands. "I'm going to go call an ambulance. I'll be right back, okay?" And then he's gone, and James whimpers softly, staring after him. He can't believe he's lying here, sharing the same fate as him. What did he do to deserve this? How could fate be so cruel?

"Logan?" he calls softly, panic starting to set in. He knows he's not going to make it; he can almost feel death creeping up on him. He wants Logan here with him. He doesn't want to die alone. "Logan!" James is sobbing once again, now over his shock of being hit by a car.

"I'm here, James!" he hears Logan call, and then he's kneeling once again, moving James's head onto his lap. "There's an ambulance on the way. You're going to be okay."

"Did you...become a doctor, Logie?" James gasps out, finding it hard to breathe. Logan smiles slightly, brushing the hair out of the sandy-haired man's eyes.

"Yeah, James, I did."

"Good," James says softly. "That means...you and I both know...I'm going to die." Logan freezes, tears coming to his eyes. He shakes his head, refusing to believe the truth.

"N-no," the raven-haired man says, looking James straight in the eyes. "You're going to be fine. You're okay."

"Logan."

"I won't let you die. I'm here. I can help. Just...relax and hold on."

"Logan...I'm dying," James breathes, blinking hard against the fog covering his eyes. Logan's the only thing that doesn't look blurry, and James keeps his eyes glued to him, memorizing his face. He looks the same, just older, his chocolate brown eyes brimming with all sorts of emotions. There's mostly fear, and worry, but buried behind all that, is love. It's unmistakable, that warm look in his eyes. James never thought he would see that look again, and his heart swells as he takes it all in. Logan still loves him.

"I...James, please, don't go," Logan whispers, running his hands through the taller man's hair. "I-I can't lose you again." And now James can see the hurt in his eyes, the pain he'd kept hidden. James hates himself for causing Logan so much distress, for breaking his heart all those years ago. Logan needs to know the truth, and now James is running out of time.

"Camille..." he gasps. "She knows...the truth..."

"The truth? James, what are you talking about?" Logan asks, eyebrows coming together.

"Just...ask her," the taller man replies simply, chest heaving painfully as he struggles for air. "I can't... I don't have...enough time." Logan's eyes widen.

"Don't you die on me, James Diamond. Don't you dare," he says, voice rising. He lets out a loud sob, and James feels a tear land on his cheek. His heart breaks, knowing that Logan is so upset. James never should have come here. He just made everything worse. James coughs, his chest aching as his broken ribs are jostled. Seeing the blood dribble onto his chest from his open mouth, the dying man closes his eyes once again, awaiting the inevitable. The moment that bus hit his stalker about a month ago, James was ecstatic. He only wished that the horrible man would have suffered, instead of being killed instantly. Now, being here, sharing that man's same fate, the hazel-eyed man wouldn't wish this pain on anybody. It was excruciating, and the fear of dying only made things worse. James wasn't ready to go just yet. He had so much life ahead of him.

"Logan...hold...my hand..." he says quietly, and he smiles as his hand is encased in the familiar warmth that is Logan's hand. Maybe this isn't so bad, he decides. After all, Logan is married now. He's got nothing else to live for. And if he's going to die, what better way to go than to die in the arms of the man he loves more than anything in the world?

"James, I need you," Logan whispers. "You're my best friend. You can't go, not yet." The shorter man lets out another sob, his whole body shaking. James's heart pounds at his words. After everything, Logan still considers them friends. Smiling, James looks up to Logan's face, hazel meeting brown. He has only seconds left, and Logan needs to know how much he loves him, so he puts every ounce of love into that single gaze. The shorter man smiles back ever-so slightly, and leans down to press a tender kiss to the dying man's forehead.

"Love...you...Logie..." James gasps, and his eyes close one last time, his breaths slowly coming to a stop. He's ready now, he's decided. Logan forgives him. He loves him. And that's all he's ever needed.

I'll try to have chapter two up ASAP, but I'm not sure when I'll have time to write the next chapter. I'm kind of suffering from writer's block(again) but hopefully it will go away soon.