Imagine Us Forever

Alaric Reyes

I died in 1962, but I wasn't ready to go yet. The heavens brought me back down to earth with my new way of life set out for me, you could call me a vigilante.

Though I didn't kill people, but I did break people. Their hearts, obviously.

There were a few simple, thought strict rules or my privilege would be stripped away from me.
1. Find the female from the profile.
2. Get close. So close that they fall for me, without knowing they were going to drop to hell. Figuratively.
3. Have them confess their dirty secret, that they got away with.
4. Break them.

Their crime was never anything serious enough to be put to prison for. But bad enough that they'd know that they were the scum of the earth.

5. Leave.
6. Repeat.

After over fifty years of mastering my talk and my art, I had never failed, never got attached.
Until Lou Geneva's profile ended up in my post.

She broke my cycle, and for once I didn't have it in me to break her.