"I promise you I'm not crazy. I promise I don't belong in a mental facility. But for a second you have to believe me. I see things. No...not just any 'things', I see...wings. Normal people walking around in your eyes, have wings in mine." "What are you talking about?" "I can tell if you are going to heaven or hell by the wings on your back. If they are white and beautiful, heaven. If they are red and torn, hell." "Wait so you know where I'm going in the afterlife?" "No..." "No?" "John I have no idea about where you are going! That's my problem! In all my years of living I have NEVER seen a person without wings." "That's why you chose me?" "No John. That's why I fell in love with you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Warnings: Language, Suicide)