He wasn't finished; whatever the plan had been from the beginning, Mike must have received a form of money down. He pulled a fat wallet from his back pocket, struggling to free it from the denim confines of its home. He threw the wallet at Caroline and Brandon with such force it literally bounded from the side of Caroline's caramel colored hair and landed in a pitcher of dark lager.
Mike then turned away with might and strength and began to run from Forever Midnight. There was a doorkeeper station who was nearly bowled over, and even though I was airborne I had a very difficult time catching up to him myself. But these thoughts rushed through my conscience as I pursued him. Thoughts that I knew, as sure as I was dead, he did mean for me to. I also knew, from the thumping in the core of my spirit, that this man loved me,. as I loved him. I wanted him to live and love again, but my heart knew it was not to be.