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Alex said the sex with Darius was amazing, out of this world amazing, but their make-up sex was almost an out-of-body experience. To have that much passion for someone, felt dangerous. Alex freaked out when she thought Darius was taking too many risks. Him needing to feel all the feels and all while he was riding his bike. She did not want him to get hurt. She was so worried he might get in an accident. He took too many risks, he challenged himself to go faster, try different tricks and jumps, and Alex was scared. She kept reminding him that it wasn’t just him anymore it was the two of them now and she could not live without him. He was pissed at her that she didn’t have enough faith in him that he could do it. It wasn’t that she didn’t have faith that he could do it, she knew he could do it. It was all the other idiots on the race track she didn’t have faith in. She knew he could do whatever he put his mind to, she just didn’t know if he would always survive and come back home to her after it was all done. Most of the guys on the track were reckless and huge thrill-seekers. They didn’t care if what they were doing could hurt themselves or someone else. Darius understood she was scared but she had nothing to be afraid of, he would always come back home to her, he promised. Unfortunately, that was the one promise Darius did not keep.

Shortly after Darius and Alex’s two-year anniversary, Darius was driving on his way home from work on a blizzard-like winter night. His truck slid on black ice. The truck flipped, and rolled over multiple times, crossing lanes, and landing in a farm field. Darius being the risk-taker he was, was not wearing his seat belt, he went straight through the windshield and died instantly upon the crash.

Alex was devastated. She felt as if she died that night, except her body was still wandering the earth. She was angry he was gone and the agony and the heartbreak she felt was indescribable. No matter how hard she tried to blame God or try to convince herself that there must not be a God, she was reminded that there had to be a God. He created Darius. Only a god could create someone so perfect, and so perfect for her. Even though she only had three years with him, at least she had three years with him. When he purposed to her, he said there was no other love like theirs’. She was pretty certain there were millions of people who will never know that kind of love, so for that, she was thankful that she knew that love, she felt that love, and as Darius would say, she felt all the feels.