Joe decided to pay him a visit. A talk to really go over things they never got to say to each other. He felt as if it could be their last conversation, so he dressed nicely, parting his hair like usual and eating his daily bowl of ice cream. He sniffed his wife goodbye and hopped into his jeep; a picture of him and Donald on the dashboard.
Joe drove, his mind racing with a million different things to say to his once beloved Donald. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of Donald like that when it wasn't mutual, but he was really in love and couldn't help it.
Joe stopped in front of a mansion, gripped the wheel and took a few deep breaths. Finally, he got out, prepared for whatever may come out of this interaction. He locked his jeep (he did not trust Donald Trump Jr.) And walked up to the door, a nervous sweat forming on his forehead.
He waited patiently, and suddenly the mahogany door swung open. It was him. Donald J. Trump. Joe smiled, and put out his hand to shake. Donald slapped it out of the way. "What do you want, Joe?!"
"I.. I just," Joe sighed, wondering where to start. "I saw you announce your vice president pick and I couldn't help but feel a little crushed.."
Donald sighed. "We're over. I told you the last time we spoke. I don't want anything to do with you, Joe. It's not just for the publicity."
Joe nodded, understanding his feelings. "I get it. I was dumb for coming. I'm sorry. I'll go now." He looked at his shoes, sighing, before walking back to the Jeep. Once inside, he sobbed the hardest he ever has. Why was he so dumb to come to his house? He was clear last time he didn't love Joe anymore. Joe drove off, wiping away tears now and then.
