Lassiter silently fumed. He and Shawn had gotten into their biggest fight yet and Shawn had rode away on his motorcycle. The phone rang. Lassiter figured it was Shawn. "Shawn I don't want to-"
"This is the hospital." Lassiter's heart almost stopped. "Mr. Shawn Spencer was in an accident, he was hit by a drunk driver. We couldn't revive him. I'm sorry for your loss."
The phone dropped to the ground, forgotten. For the first time in years, Carlton Lassiter cried. Shawn, his lover, was dead, and the last words he had said to him were, "I hate you Shawn!"