The walk home was painfully slow. Sara kept remembering the look on his face... He was happy. He was committing suicide! How was that happy? If there was something troubling Jimmy, he would've told her…wouldn't he? Questions arose in her mind, one after another. Stray tears flowed down Sara's face. But she wasn't thinking about how he looked after death, more before. How he had slit his wrists, ravaged his body knowing he wouldn't live long enough to scar. How he had tormented himself repeatedly, just to see how much he could hurt. He wanted to project his emotional feelings to the outside…somehow she knew that. She saw him last, saw him dead, yet she couldn't believe he was gone.

'Nothing could ever hurt so much

As being hurt by someone with whom you trust,

Now my inner mystery I allow no one to touch

As the minister speaks, "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust."

I feel my life falling completely apart

I see it happening right before my eyes

I feel only emptiness in this shattered heart

I've been told so many deceitful lies.

How could someone not understand?

How could someone not even care?

I think to myself as I lift the gun into my hand

And I softly brush from these shoulders my hair.

I lift this weapon to the center of my head

Knowing this is for the best

To become of whom live among the dead

To lay this useless, lifeless body down to rest.

It is the only thing that would take away the pain

And from this eternal slumber I shall never wake.

Then I drop the gun, for a reason I can so easily explain-

I am not even worth the bullet it would take…'

The kids of the cul-de-sac couldn't explain, couldn't possibly know.

But Ed did.

It was a parasite, feeding on his thoughts and heart.

It made him cry.

But he consoled himself with one thought: It wasn't his fault.

He didn't make Jimmy kill himself, but he created the pain.

He didn't hurt Jimmy, but he broke his heart.

He didn't tell anyone. It was his secret; his dangerous, evil secret…

As the crowd gathered around the coffin - which was covered, as the body was mutilated - Kevin took off his hat.

Double D stifled a sob, Nazz cried in Kevin's arms, and Sara cried in Eddy's. Wait…Eddy? Well, it wasn't a relationship. He was just consoling the girl. Even though he hadn't had much of a friendship with Sara, he was only human. Ed stood behind the coffin, his head down in shame. He had destroyed a man's life because he was a homophobe. He hated himself then.

Well, a few days after Jimmy's body was lowered into the ground, the town had become a morbid, depressing place to be. Ed, Edd, and Eddy still hung out together, but Edd noticed his friends were acting oddly. He didn't pry; the time would come. The rest of the cul-de-sac was depressed.

Exactly 3 days after the burial, Ed's conscious was eating him alive. He had to tell someone, and that someone was Eddy.

"Eddy…there's something I need to tell you."

"Uhmmm…sure. What is it?"

"It's about Jimmy."

The name of the deceased sent a shiver down Eddy's spine, but he continued.

"What about…Jimmy?"

"Well, the day before he died…he said he loved me."

"And…what did you say?"

Ed looked down.

"I told him to go away. To leave me alone, I didn't want to talk to him. I…I just didn't think two guys dating was right."

Eddy glared at him "How could you? How could you be so heartless?!"

Ed didn't expect this reaction. What came next was a big surprise…