It sounds rather silly, but he had a crush on her when they were both five years old.
Well, it was something far more than a crush, really. All through their school years his obsession with her grew. Every chance he got he would make himself known and often expressed his undying love for her. He hoped that she would regard his persistence as something special and return his feelings for her, but this wasn’t the case. When they left school, he studied economics before taking a position with a Management Consultancy firm, while she filled shelves at a supermarket, before she left and spent time selling drugs before taking up prostitution. Despite their different callings, he continued to make contact with her as often as he could, still maintaining that they could have a very happy life if they spent it together. On each occasion she made it clear that she wasn’t interested.
Of course, this didn’t deter him and he continued, year after year, beseeching her to share her life with him. This was the case until she felt that she had no choice but to report him for stalking. Regardless of the police knowing her background, she was supported the day she reported him as a stalker. The case went to court and a restraining order was issued. For a long time following this, she was free of his unwanted attentions.
However, this situation changed the night she was with several friends in her favourite nightclub. It was a full house on the night of the incident. She would have had no idea that he was there, staying well out of sight, but watching her nevertheless with a burning passion and a never-ending infatuation. She was happily dancing when the fire started; they all were. It quickly spread to the ceiling and the panic ensued. He saw this chance to save her and was fighting his way through the chaotic crowd when the ceiling collapsed.
A dozen or more people died that night, including them. They were staring at each other in disbelief, having been ushered into an empty waiting room by two attendants with walkie-talkies. On the far side there were two lifts. It was evident that one went up and the other went down. One of the attendants, no doubt receiving orders, began to gather a small number in front of the down lift and pressed a button. After a few moments, the doors opened and the group was herded in. Just as the doors were closing, the unrequited lover jumped in after them.
It was at the Gates of Hell that the whole thing ended badly for him.
They wouldn’t let him in!