"I have never lied to you.. yet I have never told the entire truth.
My daughter did die in a car accident, and my wife did die of leukemia. It's when that was never accurate.
There's a lot I cannot tell, but I must.
I was born in 1946. That would make me, roughly, sixty-four years old. Obviously, that doesn't appear to be the case; but it is.
I abused my life. I indulged in my greed and lusts; envious of those greater than I.
I decided to take what I thought was rightfully mine. At some point I became a part of a 'family', or mob, in 1964. From there, things only escalated.
Eventually- and I'm skipping ahead for the sake of what is really important in my tale- in 1969 I met my would -be wife. We got married on New Years of that year.
It was a beautiful celebration.
In mid-1970, my daughter, Susan, was born. She was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen in my life. I loved her more than anything. However, my other 'family' had its needs too. You couldn't simply 'walk away'.
I was never really around much- perhaps a total of three years- but that's about it. Because of my absence, my wife and I divorced in 1975. She gained custody of Susan. If only I had known then...
*sigh*
In 1979, my 'family' had business to take care of. Dirty business. Drugs. What no one had known, was that it was a set up.
The police raided the place and a shootout ensued. You may remember seeing it on the news.
During the firefight, I fled. But not after receiving a parting gift: a shot in my abdomen. Straight through.
I fled to a nearby harbor; and it was there I lay down, helpless and dying. Before I could die, though, I saw a man... appear, or emerge. He knew who I was and what I had done in the past. He said that I had "gone astray". It was then he reached out his hand offering 'redemption'.
Desperate, I took his hand, only to pass out. I thought what I saw was a hallucination and figured my wound must not have been too bad, after all. It wasn't until later that I learned what truly happened. It was there in that harbor where I died.
I came back- was brought back.
And now I act as a balance. I tip the scales of one's soul between damnation and salvation. I... review people's lives and decide where they belong. Only when these scales meet equilibrium may I earn my own salvation."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"As part of my condition, I have rules I am forced to abide by.
In 1988, Susan was struck by a drunk driver. I was there to witness it. I tried to save her, but to my heart's deepest dismay, my power cannot be used on those I love. She died in my arms that day, at the age of eighteen.
Doug, I have come to love you as both a friend and a brother. In doing so, I have blinded myself to your soul's fate. I will not give an apology because I both do not deserve it to be granted and I regret nothing. You may hate me for that, but it is so.
I tell you this, because your hour is near..."
"H-how will it happen?"
"You will be at home after enjoying your day at this diner- You have plenty of friends here. More than I could ever had hoped for. You always were keen at making friends- You will wake with a pain in your chest; but it passes soon thereafter. You go downstairs and pull a chair in front of a window to watch the sunrise. You grab your violin and play your favorite solo the best you have ever played it. When it is finished, you will let out a sigh of relief, of which the air will never return. Your heart simply... gives out. You will be seated, watching the sunrise; but not in pain or sadness, but at peace.
I don't ask for forgiveness, but I wish for you to know who- or what- I really am.
You have always been a kind person. Always helping those in need. Playing your violin on street corners, not because you need the money; but because it makes those who hear it smile. And that is all you need.
I will remember you, and all that I have loved and lost, for however long I may live.
Goodbye, my friend."