I sit in the old diner waiting for the man. The man that might not even come.

I twiddle my thumbs, and check my watch. 2 minutes till he's suppose to be here. 2 minutes before my life goes back to normal.

I hear the bell of the door and lean in my seat. It's not him. But it is a tall man. Blonde hair. Dimples. A suit and tie.

Nothing like the man I meet earlier. Te man i met earlier covered his face with a white mask. No eye holes, or nose holes, or mouth holes. Just plain white. He wore a long black cloak. His hands were coved with white gloves. His voice was deep. Like someone doing a commercial. The voice you fall asleep too.

The blonde man that walked into the diner sat down at the table across from me. His eyes stared into the distance unblinking.

I looked down to my feet. 30 seconds till Cloak Man was here. He said he wouldn't be late. I hoped he wouldn't.

I heard a faint click from the blonde man's table and looked up.

His eyes were on me now. Unblinking. Then in a flash his whole body started to shake. His head went down on the table, and I thought he was having a seizure. Then his body froze, turned the darkest shade of black and there he was. Cloak Man.

He got up and walked to my table. My eyes were wide with fear and he sat down in the seat next to me.

His mask was faced toward me. He lifted his hand and put it to the mask. "What would you like to buy?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"My boyfriend. He died 8 weeks ago. I would like to pay to have him come back."

He lowered his hand. "Very well. But I must talk to him first." He placed both his hands in his lap. "Name?"

"Wallow, Vince Wallow." I swallowed.

"Age: 23. Died: November 13. Born in Pennsylvania?"

"Y... Yes," I stumbled.

The man stared to hum a song tune. It sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it.

He moved his hands to lift his mask slightly. Only revealing his mouth.

He threw a fist to the table and went still for a minute. He then moved his hands to make the mask cover his mouth again.

"No." He said in a chilled voice.

"No, what?"

"He dose not wish to come back."

"But what about me?"

"How do you think he died?"

"He died of cancer."

"Nope."

"But I saw him in the hospital. He was bald and looked sickly."

"Yes. It is true he did have cancer. However he overdosed. Said he didn't want to live in a world such as ours."

"Please!" I begged. "You have to convince him!"

"It is his choice. I cant go against it."

"Please!" I begged again.

"This is final." With a snap of his fingers he was gone.

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