He Knew It Had To Be Done

He couldn’t concentrate on the road.  It was usually a relaxing thing for him to do; to drive at night but tonight driving on a dark stretch of road was not the therapy he needed, it only let him think about things he would rather not. But he knew he needed to do this.  He had no choice.  His thoughts were coming fast.  Something about the vague moving darkness that existed outside the cones of yellow light streaming from his headlights allowed his mind to wander rapidly.  All he wanted to see in those tiny spaces of dark ambient thought was her face.  He couldn’t get his mind away from her.  It wasn’t fair he thought.  Why did it have to be this way?  She was gone and nothing would change that.  Lonely thoughts began to fill his head and he started thinking again about the first time they met.

“Hi,” she said with a bright smile.  

He looked up from the concession stand he was working at.  He usually worked the concession at the high school basketball games.  It wasn’t the most glamorous job but at least it was something to do. 
“Hi, what are you looking to get?”  he asked as he took a quick glance at her and her cuteness immediately was overwhelming.  He tried looking somewhere else to keep from staring. He noticed she was with a group of people for the game.
“Can I get umm...a large coke and some popcorn?” she said with a bounce in her step.
“Sure, anything else?” he replied.
“Nope, I think that’s it.”
“Alright,”  he said tapping his hand on the counter as he turned to get her coke and popcorn.  The whole time he was moving behind the concession stand, he was thinking about how really cute she was and was trying to think of something to say that was smooth and flirtatious to her.  He looked over his shoulder a few times to glance at her. Trying to build his courage. She was standing there going through her phone.  She had short brown hair, pale skin and beautiful big brown eyes.  She was fit and had a slim tiny frame of a body.  Her smile was the most radiating thing.  It was large and welcoming, the type of smile you wish you could come home to when you had a bad day.

“Aren’t you in biology with me?” she asked as she put her phone away in her purse.
“Uh, yeah.  Mr. Peters’ class.  I sit like two rows behind you,” he said filling the coke cup with ice.
“Yeah.  I thought you looked familiar.  I don’t think I know your name.”
“Joe,” he said as he placed the coke in front of her. Placing a lid on top and setting down a straw to the side.
“Emily," she replied.
“You’re new here right?”
“Yeah, just moved here about 3 months back. Trying to meet new people," she said smiling her huge smile.
“Hurry up Emily!” someone shouted from behind her.
He leaned and looked over her shoulder and saw the group of people she was with.
She turned and yelled, “shut up Corey or you wont get any popcorn!”
“Seems like you got plenty of friends already,” he said.
“Oh yeah, those are mostly my cousins and their friends.  I have a lot of family here.  One of the reasons my parents decided to move here.”
“That’s nice. Probably makes the move here easier then, huh.”  He said as he grabbed an empty popcorn bag and began scooping and filling it.
“Yeah, for the most part.  I still miss my friends though...you know...and..." she said taking a pause before continuing, "...moving sucks.  I still have most all my things in boxes.  Lazy right,” she said smiling at him.
“Nah, not lazy.  Just organizationally deficient.”  

She let out the tiniest giggle behind her smile as she looked down. 

“And moving to a new school does suck,” he continued.  “I did it a few times with my mom when I was younger and it made it hard for me to make friends.  But I’ve been here now for the past 4 years and I like it.”
“How about the concessions?  Is this fun?”
“Well, not always because its work but I get paid by Mr. Ruiz so that’s nice and I get to see the games.  Buuutttt...we suck though.”
She giggled again while flashing that bright beautiful smile that he was beginning to become entranced by seeing.  He just wanted to keep making her smile.  This was the first time he had ever talked to her and he didn't want to stop.
“Well, I’m not much into sports," she said, "but I think I can get into coming to the games.  Its pretty fun doing the cheers in the stands and stuff. And hey, I get to meet new people like you.”
“Yeah it is fun,” he replied as he continued to scoop popcorn into the bag.
“Good company and the best concession stands right,” she said in a joking kind of way.
He smirked and she looked at him with a confused smile and asked, “What, is that not the case? You don't think this is the best concession stand.”
“Maybe good concessions but definitely not good food.  I mean look at these hot dogs. Would you eat that?”
She laughed, “ok, maybe you’re right.  They do look like the skin of the real housewives of Hollywood  or something,” he laughed at the image of old scabby tanned women with leathery cracked skin.
“But at least you got raisinets,” she said.
“That we do,”  he replied as he placed the bag of popcorn down.
“So, its all gonna be $8.50.”
“Oh shoot, I forgot my money.  I guess I’m not paying,” she said playfully.
“Are you just gonna walk off with it now.”
“Maybe I am.  Aren’t my good looks at least enough to convince you to let me have the coke.”
“Heck no,” he said.
She gasped in fake disgust, “are you saying I’m ugly?”
“Nah.  I would never say that.  For your good looks I would let you have the coke, the popcorn and a day old wiener...at least.”
She started laughing showing off that gorgeous smile of hers.
“Well, don’t worry.  I won’t make you give me these and you can keep your day old wiener.  My dad gave me some money to buy snacks.  So it's all good,” she reached into her pocket and handed him a ten.  “Oh and don’t tell my dad but you can keep the change.”
He smiled and right before she turned to leave he stopped her for a moment and said, 

“Hey Emily…”
“Yea,” she replied.
“Don’t tell Mr. Ruiz then,” and he handed her a box of raisinets.  She gave him that big smile that he liked so much by now.

A sharp coldness on his cheek refocused him on the road.  He didn’t notice his eyes were tearing up until one streaked down his cheek.  The road seemed to last forever.  He had a 2 hour drive in front of him still.  His mind was a mess but focusing on those few sweet memories helped him concentrate. The road had been a long depressing straight line but he knew he was coming up to a stretch of twist and turns with the road winding up the mountain side.  He always got nervous driving through the mountains.  He found comfort in the memories he had with her even though it brought with it so much pain.  He wouldn’t forget her.  He loved her.  He knew that much.  Even if she rejected him.

They were at the carnival with friends and the two of them went on the Ferris wheel alone.  He saw this as the perfect opportunity to ask her something he’d been meaning to ask for a few weeks now.
“Emily, can I ask you something?” he said in a nervous tone and before she could answer he asked, “do you like me?”  He had finally built up enough courage to ask even if it had taken weeks of constant will.  She looked at him with endearing eyes and replied, “Yea I like you Joe but not in the way I think you mean.  Maybe one day but right now I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”

He felt the sting of rejection crawl up his spine.  At that moment he wished he could jump out of the moving Ferris wheel and just disappear.  

“Why not?” he asked.
“I dunno,” she said looking down fumbling with her nails.  “I guess I'm just not ready to make that kind of commitment to anyone...you know.”
He understood.  He had to. He didn’t blame her for not wanting to.  He took a risk and came out on the short side of it.  If anything he came out of that rejection with more of a protective heart for her.

The blinding flash of an oncoming car took him out of his trance-like state of thoughts and memories.  He had loved her, he knew that much but she had lied to him.  She did commit to a boyfriend and his name was Todd.  He was the reason why she was gone now, why she was dead.  But he would make sure he would do what needed to be done.  He would make Todd pay.  He didn’t like thinking about fucking Todd, it just filled him with anger and hatred.  He preferred to think about her beautiful face but it was painful.  He missed her so much.  He reached into the back for a beer and accidentally brushed against a hand.  He jerked away forgetting it was there and grabbed the beer.  He cracked it open and took a swig.  After taking a gulp of lukewarm beer he looked into the backseat to a passed out man he had tied and gagged.  

“We’re almost there Todd,” he said. The anticipation building under his skin.  He was full of purpose and will.  There was a part of him that didn’t want to do this but there was something else in his head pushing him.  His devotion for her made him unwilling to abandon his endeavor.  This was going to happen.

He finally arrived at the turnoff. It was an old dirt road that continued into the woods of the mountain.  The road was only wide enough to fit one car.  At the end of it lay an old wooden cabin.  He pulled up and turned the car off leaving the lights shining on the front door. He got out of the car and opened the rear door and began dragging Todd into the cabin.  He pulled him by the ankles banging his body on the steps as he walked up to the front door.  Todd began to wake up.  He had a bloody welt on the back of his head from where Joe had hit him.  Joe took off the gag.  Groggy and hazy he began mumbling, “yerrr, heyyy, wwwhattss gooing on, hey!  Help!  What is this!  What’s happening?!”
“You’re facing your reckoning Todd.”
“What are you talking about?  Who are you?” he asked looking up at Joe.  “Is that you Joe?  Let me go, what are you doing?”
“It’s too late Todd, nothing can stop this.”
“Stop what?! What’s happening?” he began to writhe around like a worm with his bindings, fighting for any ounce of freedom but he was tied too securely.
Joe opened the front door to the cabin and dragged Todd across the floor into the middle of an empty living room.  “This is my uncle’s old cabin.  No one comes up here anymore, so it’ll be just us two and the creatures of the woods."
Todd’s face began to curl in fear as the gravity of the horrific situation began to set in.  This was real and Joe had a terrifying determined will permeating from his eyes.  It sent desperate chills of fear throughout Todd’s body.
“Why am I here Joe?”
“Because of Emily!!” he shouted as he opened a closet door and pulled out an old axe and a cleaver.  He began inspecting the cleaver with surgeon like care.  “My uncle, back when he still used this place, used to hunt for all his food.  You know, like how the pioneers did.  And you needed big burly knives like this one to chop up some of those thicker pieces of meat.  He left a few knives behind.  Good thing, huh," he said smiling.  "But there were times when he was chopping up meat that he would tell me stories of these creatures that lived here in the woods.  Ancient type of creatures that have lived here longer than humans. He said they existed somewhere on the veil of this dimension and the next one.  So we can't always see them.  But something about these woods, this place, this area, there's a doorway where they come and go.  He told me that he would talk to them.  Not in any kind of language but kind of like in thoughts and images," he said as he walked to the window looking out as if looking for something.  "He told me to never talk to them if I ever encountered them. But I did talk to them Todd.  And they showed me things.  These creatures are mystical.  Other worldly.  Beyond right and wrong.  They know things and we have to listen. That's why we are here, right now Todd.  Do you understand." 
“Joe, I don’t know what you’re planning to do but put the knife away, okay buddy, put it away.”
“And my uncle,” he said completely ignoring Todd, “also taught me how to cut up our game.  How to give those big swings to split the meat in one swipe,” he continued as he acted out the downward motion with the cleaver. "I would watch as he cut the meat.  That's when he would tell me these stories Todd.  Of these creatures.  He told me once that he caught my Aunt Barbara cheating on him.  Can you believe that Todd?  I thought she was a good woman," he said as he wiped sweat from his brow still looking out the window.  "He said he found out because he saw her phone messages.  And so devastated, he came out here to the cabin.  And that's when he saw them. The creatures.  They talked to him.  Showed him things.  Showed him what he needed to do. He didn't tell her for what reason, he just brought her out here..."

“Joe goddamnit!  Listen to me!  You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes I do!”  he growled, “you’re the reason Emily is dead.  You! No one else.  You Todd! YOU!!”
“What the fuck Joe?!!” Todd said looking up at him in utter confusion, “Emily’s not dead Joe! She’s alive!  What are you talking about?!!”
“She’s dead and you’re gonna pay Todd.”
“She’s not DEAD Joe!” he said in horrific desperation.
“Shut up Todd!”
“Joe, listen to me.  Emily is alive.  She just went away for the weekend but she’ll be back. I promise you she’s still alive.”
“Aren’t you curious to why she hasn’t called you or texted or anything Todd? No probably not because you aren't thoughtful like that.  You don't care about her,” Joe said as he walked across the room.
“Probably forgot to or her phone is dead, bad reception or any number of other reasons Joe.”
“I wondered Todd,” he said as he picked up the axe, “I wondered why she stopped talking to me.  I was her best friend and maybe even one day I could have been her boyfriend but then I found out why she stopped.  It was because of you Todd.  You took her away from me and I was cast aside.  And now you’re gonna pay.  She died because of you.  She didn't have to. I didn’t want to do it but when I became nothing in her life I had nothing left to lose. She was my everything.  The creatures showed me what I needed to do.  They showed me things.  Convinced me of things. I knew then what I had to do,” he said laying the axe onto his shoulder.
“Joe, oh my god! You didn’t…”
“You’re the reason her life ended.  If she had never met you she would still be here.”
“Joe please…don’t…Don’t please,” desperately letting out his last plea as he began crying uncontrollable tears in between every word he was saying.
Joe went into the empty kitchen and began dragging a black garbage bag across the floor. “Look Todd,” he said as he opened the bag revealing her face surrounded by her body parts.  Her feet crudely chopped at the ankle lay by her cheeks and her hands lay splayed across her forehead unnaturally.  Emily’s brown eyes were still open, looking straight ahead at Todd.
“Oh My God!  No! Why Joe! Why!!”
“Because I loved her you goddamn fool!” he yelled as he approached Todd with the axe in hand.  “See this axe," he said calming himself down.  "I did most of the work with this,” he said reopening the front door of the cabin.  “The creatures love the smell of bloody flesh. They crave it.  They'll be here soon.  They've been smelling her all day Todd.”
“Don’t kill me Joe…please don’t,” he said in a mess of drooling words.
“Oh don’t worry Todd,” he replied placing the gag back into Todd’s mouth.  “I’m not gonna kill you,” he said as he pulled out a revolver from his back pocket.  “I’m letting you live with this,” he said as he put the gun to his own temple, "the creatures are going to finish you for me," and pulled the trigger.

The Old Man

    He couldn't understand why this was happening but all his instincts told him to run.  Who were those men? Why were they after him? He didn't have any answers for the questions running through his mind.  He couldn't think about that right now.  He found himself in a situation running frantically through alleyways in the pitch of night trying to escape from three men that were chasing him.

     When they had come up to him on the sidewalk, he was standing under a street lamp waiting at the bus stop. He was waiting for the bus to take downtown to get back to the hospital where his wife and daughter were. The darkness outside the light didn't let him see much so when they appeared wearing dark suits he never even saw them approaching.  

   The men looked odd.  They had weird plastic like skin and they were wearing dark sunglasses even though it was night out.  Even their hair seemed fake.  They didn't ask any questions.  They just came up to him and said "come with us, do not resist Dorian" and forcefully grabbed and pulled his arm. "He wants to see you," they said.  He didn't know what they were talking about.

"Umm, I think you have me confused with someone else," Dorian replied yanking his arm away.

"Do not resist," they replied with a sinister tone as they reached again for his arm.  Grabbing it, he began to struggle to get free.  He didn't hesitate this time.  Something told him to run and so he did.  He turned and sprinted down the sidewalk and quickly turned into an alleyway.  They pursued.  They were right behind him running at full sprint.  He couldn't think of why they were chasing him all he knew was that he just needed to get away from them.  He kept running and turning corner after corner through dark alleyways and the small spaces between buildings.  

     He shouted, "Help! Someone! Anyone!" There was no one around.  It was like the dark night had swallowed every other person.  He just kept running as he could still hear their forceful steps behind him.  He ran like he was trying to find his way through a maze.  

     He stopped gasping for breath.  He took a moment to scan his surroundings but he now realized he didn't know where he was.  He had gotten himself lost in some part of the city.  A cold dread ran up his spine and a terrifying thought entered his mind.  Did they lead him here?  Did they guide him exactly where they wanted him? He couldn't be sure.  He just knew he had to keep moving.  He could still hear their steps echoing off the buildings as they kept searching for him.  

     The night had an eerie chill in the air and a faint mist seemed to be moving across the ground.  He needed to find another bus stop and get the hell out of there.  He needed to get back to his wife and daughter.  

      He kept moving until he saw it.  He turned a corner and there it was, some kind of half circle coming out of the ground and in it, an old man sitting on a bench in broad daylight in stark contrast to the dark night that existed outside of this half circle.  Was it some kind of portal? What was this thing? Who was this man? He didn't understand what was going on until a cold realization washed over him.  He recognized this old man.  A foreboding chill crawled through his entire body.  He remembered him.  He met him many years ago on that same bench he was sitting in on the other side of this half circle.  How could this be? 

...

   Years before Dorian found himself running away from sinister men chasing him, he lived in a different part of the city.  An older part of the city.  And this old man used to sit across the street on the bench from his apartment window but never seemed to talk to anyone.  Dorian saw him everyday.  He just sat in peace and watched.  He was striking in his appearance.  He looked to be in his late sixties with a chiseled jaw and short grey stubble.  Streaks of grey running through his jet black hair.  He had smokey grey and green eyes with deep wrinkles.  He wore very nice clothes that could have been plucked right out of the 1930s.  A light brown blazer with really nice slacks.  

   One day Dorian walked by his bench and the old man spoke to him.

"Gettin' cold out, huh," the old man said turning his head slightly toward him.  Dorian looked around making sure he was speaking to him.  This was the first time he ever heard him speak to anyone.

"Yeah, a bit chilly today," he replied.

"Yes.  Lots of grey.  Your name is Dorian, right?" the old man asked placing his hands into his coat pockets.

"Yeah it is.  How did you know that?" 

"Oh, I know a lot things Dorian.  You know, the orange of Autumn is almost here.  It's so beautiful.  I can see it in the trees.  These sidewalks..." he said gesturing to the ground, "will soon be filled with dying orange leaves that will dry and become brittle brown ones.  But such is life, right."

Dorian nodded his head in agreement still curious how this man knew his name.
"Do you know my mom?" he asked.

"Have a seat Dorian.  Enjoy the blissful ignorance of time.  You're still young. How old are you? Thirty one?"

Again Dorian nodded his head.  Something about the way the old man talked made Dorian unsettled but had him very intrigued.  There was some kind of mysticism in the way he spoke.  It almost had a trance like effect.

"I thought so," he said.  "You young kids will miss the seasons changing when they're gone.  All this..." he said again gesturing around him, "the trees, the grass, the cold air, all of it, will die one day and everything will be an inescapable grey."
"You mean like global warming and all that?" Dorian asked.

"No, no, I mean like the world will eventually die and all that will be left will be just a grey floating rock," he said letting out a small guttural chuckle. "It won't be gradual either.  Death sometimes is as sudden as a heart attack or a bullet to the head," he said lifting his chin up toward the grey sky and inhaling a deep breath of cold air before continuing. "You know how that looks, with your head splayed open and your brains spread out like a butterfly's wings.  And then you're left with nothing more than a fast rotting carcass and shit in your pants.  Nothing gradual or pretty about that, wouldn't you agree Dorian."

Confused, Dorian replied, "Well, I think there's some time left before that happens.  I don't think the Earth is on the verge of turning into a complete rock just yet."
"You would think," the old man replied looking up into the trees.  "The trees seem to be giving up these days.  Nothing much one can do when something gives up.  But humans are resilient," he said folding his leg over the other.  "You can be left with a floating rock and you'll just find a way to live on.  That's what I like about you, you'll give away your morals, your humanity, you'll strip away whatever made you human in the first place just so you can survive.  Until, eventually, you give away too much and become, well, nothing in the end.  Just to slowly dwindle away into another relic of the past," he said as he pulled a red oak smoking pipe from his coat pockets.  He slammed it against the side of the bench a few times emptying it out and placing fresh tobacco inside it.  He placed the end in his mouth and before lighting it he said, "I wonder sometimes if things can change," he then lit the match and sucked and puffed and sucked and puffed until he knew the tobacco was burning well.  "But then I realize," he said as he rested his pipe in his lap as silky haze snaked thin lines of smoke into the air, "it has all been done before, and right now is nothing more than someone's memory somewhere."

Dorian finally sat down next to him.  "What do you mean?" he asked somehow feeling completely captivated by his presence.  He couldn't quite grasp what it was about him but his words felt like they contained some kind of power.

"Oh, well..." he said pausing for a moment and rubbing the temples of his head with his thumb and index finger, "...my mind has seen many lifetimes.  Probably more than should be allowed," he said letting out another small guttural chuckle.  "Sometimes it can be boring to watch things play out when you already know the ending.  Whatever that is anyway.  The ending.  I'm just enjoying the changing of the seasons," he said closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the Autumn air.  There was a coldness that carried the dirt smell of brittle orange leaves and stale yellow grass.  One could definitely smell Autumn coming.  "I see all the grey that is slowly showing itself and it just reminds me of the things you are willing to give up," he said taking another long puff on his pipe.  "You know, time, how it works; it is all happening at the same time.  Like pages in a book.  Its all there, all on top of each other with each page having its own part of the story.  Just waiting for its small slice of time."  He said before stopping a moment to let the smoke snake out of his mouth and nostrils.  "You can go through page by page and make sense of it but if you wanted, you could always skip to the end and spoil it for yourself.  I, myself, like to skip to the end sometimes and then come back to the beginning with that knowledge and maybe change something in the story." He stopped and looked at Dorian with his piercing grey and green eyes.  "But time is not quite like a book is it, Dorian" he said searching for something, "because it doesn't always have to be the same, right," he said as he pulled a small picture from his pocket.  His eyes staring for a moment at the picture before beginning again, "it's something I like to think anyway.  That's why I am here Dorian.  To offer to change something for you."

"Who are you?" Dorian asked.

"Oh, I'm just a friend...for now," the old man replied.  Dorian didn't like the way he said that.  Felt almost like a threat.

"What do you want?" 

"Are you enjoying the seasons? Enjoying your life Dorian? Autumn is my favorite time of year.  I love the smell, I love the way things die, its beauty," he said looking at Dorian as he silently sucked on his pipe.  "You don't have to think about anything right now Dorian.  Just live your life.  Enjoy it.  Enjoy it so much to the point that you are not willing to give it up.  Take it all in.  Go see your wife and daughter.  That's when I will see you again.  Goodbye Dorian," he said letting out one final small guttural chuckle before getting up and walking away.

...

That was six years ago.  And now, somehow here he was again, on the other side of some kind of portal sitting on the same bench.  

"Come over here Dorian.  I want to talk to you," the old man said as he pulled out that same red oak pipe again.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" he said frantically.

"Just come over here.  Have a seat," he said with a sinister tone.  "And I am not asking."

Dorian walked toward the portal and stopped just before going through. He felt almost like a pull and he stepped through.  Something compelling him to walk towards the old man.  

"Let's have a talk Dorian," the old man said as he lit his pipe.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"I think I told you I was a friend the first time.  Do you remember?"

Dorian did remember.  He could remember it all like it just happened. All the memories from that moment came flooding back to him.  What was happening?  He didn't know but he was no friend.  He felt that much.

"How is life treating you these days? Still enjoying it?" the old man asked with a sly grin.

"What the hell do you want? Why are you here?"

The old man looked at him silently with his piercing eyes before replying, "You know, death is a curious thing.  As natural to life as being born or even breathing.  But just beneath the veil, after you close your eyes for the last time and pass that last second of life, you don't see heaven or hell.  You see nothing but yourself and everything you have ever known in one blinding flash.  And then nothing.  You get to see one last glimpse of your life before leaving.  To remind you of all the things you loved, lost, enjoyed, things that made you happy.  And you know who gives you that last reminder? It's not God...it's the Devil," he said before stopping a moment to take a puff from his pipe.  "You see," he said licking his lips, "God doesn't really take part in earthly affairs.   As a matter of fact, he's left this place.  Left you.  You're all alone and I'm all that you got.  God doesn't dabble, you know.  The Devil however..." he said letting out a guttural chuckle while holding his pipe with his yellow teeth, "well, the Devil loves to dabble.  I'm here to offer you something."
Dorian interrupted him, "What? Like to sell my soul or some shit like that? Are you saying you're the Devil? Am I supposed to be terrified?" he said defiantly but somewhere inside himself his strength seemed to be faltering. 

The old man let out a full growl like laugh.  He grabbed his pipe from his mouth and said, "How's your wife?  Maria, is it? And your daughter? Teresa? Oh that's right, you were headed to the hospital to see them."

"What did you say?" Dorian said as an overwhelming fear pierced his soul.

"What does your daughter have? A rare form of cancer? Correct? And your wife is waiting at her bed side.  You were supposed to meet them but you had to take the bus.  Because you can't even afford to have a car.  You can't even afford to give your wife nice things.  That's sad Dorian.  You can't even afford to give your daughter the treatment she needs."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Oh Dorian.  No need to get upset.  Like I said before, I'm here to make you an offer.  You may not be able to afford much with earthly currency but you do have a currency I want.  And it allows you to afford anything."

"Shut up I said!"

"Haha," the old man laughed as his brow furrowed,  "you don't really want me to stop Dorian.  I already know how this is going to end.  That's why I visited you all those years ago.  Right here in this very spot.  As a matter of fact, we are in the same moment.  You just left in that direction and I came back to sit down. To meet you again.  And now here we are, talking again."

"What do you want?" Dorian asked.

"You already know what I want.  The real question is what do you want?" he said pulling the skin of his teeth back and giving a very sinister smile. "Have you enjoyed your life? Is it enough to not want to give it up? How old is Teresa? 8 years old? Such a short time on this earth.  How about your bank account? Is it in the negatives? Your wife? Is she happy? Here, I know a little secret.  She's starting to think about what life would be like with your best friend."

"Shut up!!!" Dorian said as tears began to stream from his eyes. He didn't understand what was happening but he could feel parts of himself being stripped away.  

"I've seen how it all plays out Dorian.  I've seen what happens if you don't take my offer.  I've also seen what happens if you do.  I've seen every version of this.  I'm just an intersection.  Offering choices.  Which road to take.  There are no wrong choices Dorian.  Only ones that are better than others.  If you refuse my offer, your child will die. Your wife will leave you.  You will pull away from everyone including your best friend.  And she will too heartbroken to want to be with you.  She will find the arms of another man.  She will find your best friend.  You will have to live with those burdens.  Those thoughts.  But you can't.  You will kill yourself.  You will blow your fucking brains out," he said as he pushed Dorian's forehead with his finger. "And if you kill yourself, you will just end up in front of me again with nothing to bargain with.  I don't want that for you.  It's sad.  I've seen it.  It's pathetic.  So take my offer.  Live the life you want.  Be happy."

Dorian now had slurry of tears running down his face.  Every part of his being feeling every hurt.  Every pain.  Feeling the truth of it all.  Thinking about his daughter as she lay there slowly dying.  He fell to his knees as the swelling pressure of grief pushed out the veins in his neck.  There was no strength left.  Slobbering and crying, he looked up at the old man from the ground and asked, "What do I have to do?"
To which the old man smiled his sinister grin and replied, "Nothing."

In a blinding flash, Dorian woke up in the hospital next to his daughter's bed.  His wife on the other side asleep.  He had no memory of what happened.  No memory of the old man.  No memory of the conversations they had.  He woke up and the doctor came into the room asking to talk to him.  They both walked out into the hallway.  The doctor told him "Dorian, I have good news.  I think we beat it.  The cancer is gone.  I don't want to jump to any conclusions but I think the treatment worked."
Dorian broke down and cried and smiled, "thank you doctor! Thank you so much!" He said hugging the doctor as pure joy overtook his entire being with no memory of the old man.  No memory of their conversation. No memory of what he gave up.