My heart sank into my stomach. I didn’t know what to do.
“But can’t you…”
“No exceptions. I’m sorry.”
Tears began to well up in my eyes.
He looked at my cable box, “You have a minute left. I’m willing to bring your brother back. Your choice.”
I finally spat the words out, “No. Just leave, please,” I said angrily.
Death stood up and put his hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry Dominick.” And just like that, he was gone.
That was about two weeks ago. I had to go to the hospital for my knuckles. It’s funny, I still see that runner every day. I’ve been going to my brother’s grave every day. I know I can’t have him back, but for now, his memory is all I need. I just worry that if Death gave that ultimatum to the wrong person, our world could change for the absolute worst and none of us could do anything about it.