Love Immortal: A Love Story
an excerpt

Prologue

September 16, 2011 / 3:45pm

Jackson Dyer raced down I-90, like a god with no fear of death. His Civic was coasting along at a steady 95 miles per hour. I’m on my way, he thought to himself. Soon, very soon now. Where exactly was Mr. Dyer on his way to? No one knows. No one would ever know, except for him and maybe his fiancée. Of course, that would only be true for those that consider themselves religious or at the very least esoteric in some way.

A white Cavalier cut him off by swerving into the left lane, like a drunken grandmother. Jackson laid on the horn when the car in front of him slowed his own speed down to a pathetic 65 miles per hour. How the hell can this idiot go the speed limit? Life is way to short for you, my friend. Fortunately, the right lane had an opening, and he quickly merged to the right without signaling and threw the accelerator down to the floor. He gazed over at the Cavalier to satisfy his own curiosity. He was half right. Behind the wheel was an elderly woman who could barely see over the dashboard. Jackson smiled to himself as he passed her and quickly merged back into the left lane. Oh, stereotypes!

A mile down the road was an SUV speeding along. Of course, Jackson didn’t know that it was one of those disgustingly boxy Elements. Nor did he know that behind the wheel was a young mother driving her adolescent daughter to her friend’s house. Of course he knew that this car was driving way too slow. They all were.

Back in Jackson’s Civic, he was cruising along listening to some anonymous modern rock song that he didn’t care for too much. They just don’t make them like they used to, he thought. He quickly came upon a white Element, which slowed him down. He laid on the horn once more and looked to see if there was room in the right lane. While his eyes were no longer in front of him, the Element suddenly slammed on her breaks to keep from colliding into the car in front of her, which also hit the breaks. The SUV managed to not hit the car in front. However, Jackson’s attention was diverted elsewhere and he collided into the Element.

Three things happened within moments of the collision: Firstly, the Civics’ airbags didn’t deploy. Secondly, Jackson’s seatbelt snapped apart when he was forced foreword. Lastly, due to the first two reasons, Jackson’s body crashed through the windshield and hit the smashed rear of the Element.

The woman driving the SUV, apparently fine, jumped out of the car and screamed when she Jackson lying on the ground, a bloody mess, with glass piercings all over his body. She saw Jackson’s eyes moving too look at her, no longer seeing well, but still seeing her. He tried to smile, though it looked more like a grimace. He mouthed something at her. No sound came out. However, when the police arrived ten minutes later, she told them that she could have sworn that he said, “Thank you.”

For it was on this afternoon that Jackson Dyer died.