He watched as his daughter drove away, drove away with a simplr smile playing on her lips as her daddy had just promised to come to her wedding in the summer.

She knew the day would be perfect with him by her side and even though he was a placid character and spoke rarely, in that moment he would be be proud and smiling maybe even ignoring the ache in his heart for a few minutes to concentrate on her happiness instead of his own inner turmoil.

Alma Jr, just like her daddy said little but what she did have to say always carried a strong message.

Though she said nothing about her daddy's depression that had come on just after he turned 39 she could always see and sense his frustration, loss and emptiness.

As she drove she thought about the wedding and the smile grew but soon disappeared when she realised her daddy wouldn't be bringing a wife or even a girlfriend. Maybe there was someone he wanted to bring but he hadn't spoke about them and they didn't seem to be around anymore.

She didn't know what had happened to him and she didn't ask her daddy either.

She hadn't heard the name Jack Twist in the longest time and she knew it had something to do with his change in character.

A change neither father nor daughter wanted.

Ennis sighed as he saw his daughter's sweater laying on his old beat up couch, he picked it up and held it to his face taking in her scent, a scent that made me smiled and reminded him of when the girls were babies, no matter how much the two grew up they always smelt slightly like strawberries and it put him at ease.

He took it away and folded it up as he walked over to his small closet in the corner of his cold rusty trailer, as he pulled open the closet door the smell of strawberries was pushed away from his senses and a mixture of smells made him tense and made his heart beat ever so slightly faster, the sweet smell of grass, colone and a very very faint smell and even taste of copper hit him.

He placed the sweater at the bottom of the closet and the held his hand out to the intertwined shirts hanging up in front of him, his brushed over the arm slightly wishing it was solid underneath, something he could hold on to instead of the air that filled it but not enough to make it seem lifelike but instead dead.

With his dry calloused hand he felt the change in the shirt's texture as he ran it down the length of the arm, the soft worn texture turning into a hard stiff feeling, it felt like something had been spilt there. Of course it had. The stain on the sleeve was a mixture of Jack's and his own blood.

The sight of Jack's blood created a mental image in Ennis' head, an image in which Jack was laying on the grown , his hansome face smashed and broken, leaking as a tire iron lay near by. The instrument that had killed him.

Ennis shook his head as the stinging in his eyes began, trickling down his face the salty slickes of water said so much more then the rarely used words could.

He let go of the sleeves and looked at the postcard tacked next to the shirts, the last thing he'd ever recieved

"Friend,

Been awhile, wondering if Febuary's free?"

Signed as always with a simple "Jack"

Though "Love" or "I miss you" were never written down, between the lines of the few postcards sent showed two men in love, who because of circumstance and time could never be more to the world then a simple "friend"

Ennis unhooked the shirts from the closet door holding them tightly to himself, wishing the hanger inside would mould and bend, somehow changing and evolving into Jack, even for a second just so Ennis could hold him one last time and say goodbye.

The wishing never paid off and the aching in his heart only got worst, so he did what he always did, cried alone until the faint familiar smell guided him off into a deep sleep that was filled with nothing but dreams of his soul mate.

Jack Twist