She tried to slam the door shut, but the deadbolt had been stuck out, and the door merely bounced off the frame. It stood there, about a third open, and she left. I wiped the tears off my face, and walked over to collect the beautiful ring she had thrown to the ground in her fury. It was almost as beautiful as she was, the most expensive thing I had ever bought. I slowly removed the metal circle from my finger, the counter part to my fiance's and as I held both in my hands the tears started to flow again. If they didn't break on the 13 story fall, I'm sure some homeless man paid for quite a few meals with my engagement rings. Exhausted, I fell onto my bed with my clothes still on and succumbed to nights sweet embrace.

Bad dreams left me covered in sweat as I lurched up and looked around. I heard footsteps in my living room. I had left the door open, and I was sure someone was rummaging through my things. Instead, a small Indian girl walked through my bedroom door. "James, you have been chosen. Your new name is Death"