Outside the club a crowd had gathered.

Jen was holding Darrel in her arms when the ambulance arrived.

“Darrel, please don’t die, I’m soo sorry”, she sobbed.

“Lets git outta here Jen, the cops are comin”, Vic said as he grabbed her arm and tried to pull her up off her feet.

“They were after you weren’t they Vic, this is all your fault, you killed Darrel you son of a ..”.

Loud sirens, getting closer. Wheeeeeeeeee wheeeeeeee .

“J,J,Jen,”, a small sound escaped Darrels lips.

Breaking loose from Vics’ grip, Jen knelt down close to Darrel. “I won’t leave you Darrel, I’m here, hang on please”.

“I,I forgive y,you, I love…”, and he was gone.

Jennifer picked up her now bloody high heeled shoes, pushed past Vic and cried for the only man she ever truly loved.

Two weeks after Darrel died, Jen was in a bar, a man approached and offered to buy her a drink, a Cosmopolitan she told the bartender.

The mans’ name was Luke, he was smart,handsome and honest. Just like Darrel was.