John knelt in the grass, his teary eyes glistening in the tangerine-orange light of the sunset. He wiped the tears away, placing five beautiful roses on the grave of his best friend and the love of his life. He gently glided his thumb along the freshly carved letters. D...A...V...E...S...T...R...I...D...E...R...John couldn't help but cry as he reread the name over and over again.

Dave had risked his life for John. The blonde had saved him from burning alive in a restaurant. But he couldn't save himself...After he had helped John escape, burning planks of wood toppled him to the ground and trapped him. Dave had no way of escape. And there was no hope of rescue. The flames had engulfed the entire building, weakening the wood until it had fallen. All on top of Dave.

John looked at the gravestone for another five minutes before getting up and walking home. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, staring down at his feet. From time to time, single drops of tears would hit the sidewalk.

John didn't bother looking up when he finally made it home. He just dragged himself to the couch, falling onto his side. On the table in front of the couch was a picture. A picture of Dave and John on their wedding day. Tears overflowed the brunette's eyes, crying himself to sleep.