The devil and me.

Fragile glass

Nobody knows how fragile a moment is. How soon it is gone. How perfect it can be. It only takes a moment for something to go extremely wrong as well. If we all had this knowledge day in day out, would we live better life's?.

Perhaps it better we don't know. Perhaps it's better that I don't know how I died, she thought. What if died a really stupid way, like tripped and fell or something.

Does it really matter how, she died? Maybe it does, maybe it would explain why she is stuck here in limbo. Her own personal limbo. No other people besides the devil. Like a snake around her feet, the devil was around.

Yet again she wondered where God was and why he didn't intervene. Is this all some kind of test? To not give into temptation. To resist the devil? Her thoughts bounced around, trying to make sense of her situation.

Logically if there is a devil, there is a God. Only the devil talks to me here. Am I already in hell? she thought. That didn't make sense though, if I was already in hell the devil would of won, he would have my soul already. The devil wanted my soul, so he didn't have it already. All she needed to work out next is how badly the devil wanted her soul and why.