JAYS POV
It took me an hour to get to Mikel's. He lives damn near in the middle of the desert. He was waiting outside for me when I pulled up, no surprise there. He's a good looking guy, if you like dudes. He doesn't look a day over 30, but I know better. The guy is damn near a hundred years old. Part of being Death's Nightmare. We age slow.
I get out of my car and walk up. I smile and give him a good, solid hug. "Mike! You're looking good for someone as old as dirt!" I say with a massive grin plastered to my face.
"Jay, I know you're not here to give me crap about my age. What is it?" He says without missing a beat. Gotta hand it to the old man, he's rather intuitive.
My eyes drop for a moment before I look back up at him and say, "I found a Dealer."
His face pales slightly before he regains his composer and nods for me to come in. I follow him into his home and get ready for the onslaught of questions.
I sit on one of the two seats he has and wait for him to reemerge from the kitchen. He comes back in carrying a bottle of some rather potent looking alcohol. He sits taking a long pull from the bottle before handing it to me.
"Talk" Is all he says.
"Her name is Misty. She twenty-two. She was my girlfriend of six years up until two hours ago." I say softly, taking an overly long pull from the bottle.
The alcohol goes down smooth, leaving a firey trail in its wake. I look at Mikel willing him to say something.
Minutes tick by when he finally speaks, "Do you love her?"
I look at him not expecting his question. I look down before say the only thing I can, "YES!"
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Death Dealer
FantasíaHave you ever been so confused about what's happening around you, that you have to stop and think to yourself "What the hell is happening here?" Well that's exactly how I felt seeing my world fall apart.
