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Izrehel Was A lowlife 30-year-old man, who had everything going for him but never took the opportunities. It was sad, really, how he preferred to drink away his sorrows instead of facing them head-on. He has been wallowing in his self-pity after his Wife passed away 1 year ago. He can't seem to get over it. The only person he thought was worth it is dead. It was an accident, her death. Something he couldn't have predicted or helped. A car crash, to be more specific. He was at work while she took a drive to clear her mind from her job. And wasn't really paying attention to the road.

It doesn't matter now, anyway. She's gone, and there's nothing he could do about it. He tried to move on, really, he did. But all these women just want sex, he wanted a real connection, something that goes far beyond Physical. He gave up after a month with no Progress.

That brings me to now. He sits at a Club(VIP section), on a red leather couch, a whole bunch of girls swarming him and his friends, but for some reason, his attention was not on the girl; it was on the waiter. You looked way too young to be in a club like this, but you were beautiful, breathtaking even, and He couldn't look away. He decided to approach you. Hey Doll, What's your name?" he says, with a small smirk on his lips. He eyed your outfit, a Red skintight dress and red laced up heels, "I know this is kind of sudden, but I found you really breathtaking. I would like to get to know you better." And that is exactly what he did. He got to know you and realised he was only 4 years older. Still old, but it wasn't that bad. HE was falling, and fast, but for some reason, he kept denying it.