Kinda hit a roadblock with my other story, and since it was lacking in depressing things and I would mostly like to keep it that way, I wrote this to kill the excess angst I like to write.

"It wasn't far enough," Chase started slowly, hesitantly sitting down on the dried out grass forcing its way out of the packed earth. "I went halfway around the world, and it wasn't far enough, Spicer."

There was no response, not that he expected there to be.

"I- I am sorry. I regret not telling you this sooner." An uncharacteristic lump formed in the shape shifter's throat. "You were always so foolish, jumping into things too quickly, participating in showdowns although you knew you could never hope to defeat anyone else. So persistant, idiotic, but you... you truly are a genius... Jack. A beautiful, foolish genius."

He paused for a while, watching the blue of the sky that had always been a sharp contest to the albino's inexplicable hair coloring. "I left because I thought it was for the best. I cannot die, any time spent with a mortal is fleeting in comparison to my own lifespan. I left because I love you, Jack Spicer, and I couldn't bear the thought of you wasting away slowly, while I lived."

He chuckled darkly. "I suppose I was the foolish one on this occasion. If I hadn't left, maybe I could have saved you." He stood then, allowing the wind to toy with his greenish-black hair.

"Truly, Jack, I am sorry." He disappeared with the next breeze, the only evidence of his presence was a single bloodred rose at the base of a gravestone.