Jared was the typical cute guy. He had short dark brown hair, green eyes that sparkled like emeralds and a lean muscular frame that most people would kill for. But what most people didn't know, was that ever since he could remember, he had been head over heels in love with his best friend Grace, and it had been killing him whenever she saw other guy. Especially when she dated his friends.
However, it wasn't his jealousy that was driving a wedge beteen them, it was the illness that he had been fighting fiercely without Grace's knowing. They had become so distant lately, he just didn't want her to be so, damaged, when he finally had to move on. So, he had been making every effort recently to push her away.
He sat on his front porch, in nothing but his boxers and a pair of sweatpants, smoking a cigarette, a beer in one hand. He took a long swig, then another drag from his cigarette. Why did dying have to be so hard?!