James sat at his desk, look at a picture of Amber and willing himself not to cry. The love of his life was gone, and nothing could replace her. He had to leave, find a new job in a new town, something. The sudden appearance of Greg came into his head and it made his stomach turn. It made him weak, powerless. These feelings he had towards Greg were too strong. These feelings, however, were not hate. They were love. He knew not matter what Greg did, he only used his anger as a shield. Hell, Greg could kill both of James’ parents and he would still love him. He knew it was wrong, very wrong, to have these feelings. It is not love, he kept telling himself. Envy, maybe? No. Love. Shit. He sighed at looked at the ceiling. That little voice came back and said “James. You know who to talk to.” Peeking out to the door (to make sure no one could see him talking to himself), he answered “I am NOT going to HIM . I will go to Lisa. She will know what to do.”