This was the first he’d been to Utah. In fact, it was the first time he’d been out West. He’d stayed mostly on the East Coast during his thirty-seven years. Born in Massachusetts, enlisted in the army after high school, graduated from Penn State, married in New Jersey, divorced in New York City, possessed in New York City, met a vampire in DC, died in Utah, Blake reflected. There was so much he’d wanted to do with his life, but somehow, he’d let most of that be swallowed up under promises of “later.” Now that there was no more “later,” Blake couldn’t help the sadness washing over him. He wished he’d spent more time with his family. Gotten to know his friends better. Let go of jealousies and resentments a lot quicker. All that time, so much of it wasted, Blake thought. What I wouldn’t give to live it all over again, especially with Elise by me. Even as the regret filled him, Blake pushed it back. He’d chosen his life, such as it was, and he’d been allowed to meet the most amazing person before the end of it.
