I needed to think. Just to get away from everything. My apartment. My dead-end job as a painter. I left my cellphone behind even. I figured empty terrace just below the roof access would be empty right now. It was where everyone went to smoke after work, but it was still nighttime only shortly before daylight. That’s when I saw her.
My breath catches in my throat and tears run down my cheeks. I can barely breath with all the smoke surrounding me. Last time I felt like this was when I sold my soul to the devil himself. I can only imagine that he’s calling in on that debt now. I really thought I had a little bit longer to enjoy my spoils. Sure, my soul was no longer my own, but I had a great life right now: a nice cushy job, a fantastic wife, a two kids. I really wanted to see them grow up at the very least, but if it’s time for Satan to claim me then I can’t really argue with him.