Agent for a Cause

I handed a slip of paper to her, "That has all the banking information you'll need to access the account and here's the debit card for the account. On the back of the paper is an address and a phone number. The man's name is Flint and if you're ever in need of help and I'm not around or I'm dead, contact him and he will help you. He's a good man and you can trust him."

She took the paper and the card, but the tears hadn't stopped.

"Now I'm a cautious man by heart, which is why I've done all of this. I certainly don't plan on leaving life anytime soon. I'm having far too much fun believe it or not dating you, but just in case now you have everything you need to be secure with or without me. I want to make it very clear that there are absolutely no strings attached to any of this. I could get out of this taxi right now and never be seen by you again and none of what I've given you would change."

At my words her hand clutched onto my knee, as if to ensure that I'd stay in the cab and by that one action she unlocked yet one more part of my heart that I had thought was completely shot away.

"I do have one request as to what you do with your money. I want you out of your apartment and neighborhood as of tomorrow! I will help you move."

She nodded in response. Time passed by.

"I don't deserve any of this." She whispered.

I felt her slimly muscled shoulder under my hand and squeezed, "That makes two of us. Money being as rare as it is in life to us at times has never been as rare in my life as simply having a good time. Anna you've given me nothing but a good time and I'm very grateful for every moment of it!"

Her hand drifted across my chest to rest over my heart as the diamonds mixed in with the peridot stones on her bracelet winked reflecting off of the street lights.

"You don't ask for much." She said softly.

"I've learned to be content with what I have as tomorrow can always get worse rather than better in the pursuit of more."

We were at her building and I escorted her inside. She opened her door and started to say something, but did a double take look at me.

"You're bleeding!"

I glanced down to see that my coat had fallen open and the wound on my side had bled out past the bandage onto my shirtfront.