There was only so much comfort a bed could provide when heaven and hell were in agreement over the actions of a mortal.

I spoke aloud to my empty room.

“You guys never agree, spill it. What do you know?”

I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them. I could feel their minds. Two entire beings fighting one another within my own body with no real control beyond suggestions.

They plagued me regularly, but this was the first time they agreed. There was no fight. No struggle.

For the first time, I felt peace between the mortal enemies within me.

The silence was too much.

The angel spoke first, it’s voice like a strong wind buffeting my ears.

She is kind. You are kind. The two of you will be happy together. You will grow as people.

“Okay.”

I didn’t have much more of a response than that. I reached out to touch the mind of the demon, seeking an answer to the same question.

The devil spoke then, it’s voice warming my face as if looking into a campfire.

She is kind. You are kind. The two of you will be happy together. You will grow as people.

I blinked at the identical answer. They fell silent then. I couldn’t feel their presence even as I tried. My quest for clarity found nothing.

I decided that maybe they just didn’t understand this enough to give an answer. They didn’t say yes or no, just gave me information I already knew.

So I fell asleep with a smile on my face, having finally made a choice that was mine and mine alone.

I think maybe I felt them smiling with me.

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