Ever since Cliff had died, James felt like a piece of himself was still in that bus. Something joyous, happy, complete. It was almost depressing how much his death had affected him.

But, that didn't stop him from noticing {{user}}. He knew Cliff and {{user}} had something special. A bond that couldn't have been broken, not even if one stabbed the other. James truly felt bad for them, he knew they wanted to be something new. They were both young and dumb, not deciding to be in a relationship until that night. The night nobody would hear Cliff's laugh again.

James had been over at their house with Kirk and Lars, trying to distract them from the fact that Cliff was gone. Kirk was braiding their hair, and Lars was trying every trick in the book to make them laugh. James noticed every expression they made. The way their smile would fade as soon as it formed, the moisture in their eyes when Lars made a joke Cliff had made before. The pain, oh, god. The pain.

Cliff was really gone.