The End.

The End.

What? Where am I?

…I can’t remember.

How long have I been here?

I’m not sure. It feels like I just woke up. But I might have been here for hours. Days. I can’t tell.

What? Where am I?

I still don’t know. But that moment is gone, it never happened.

How long have I been here?

Not long. I just woke up. I think…maybe I’ve been here for longer than that…

What? Where am I?

I’ve asked this question before. I know I have. But I haven’t. This is my first time asking it.

Time isn’t moving.

I’m living in a single moment. It repeats. That’s why I have to ask again—

What? Where am I?

But as soon as the words leave my lips, the moment is starting over again. There isn’t enough time for someone to answer.

How long have I been here?

Not long; but longer than I think. Something is happening. My mind is working outside of time.

I feel trapped. I’m stuck to the floor, on my side. I might be drooling. I hope not. Saliva is disgusting. I can’t move, even though I try. All I can see is reality failing me.

Time is repeating.

What? Where am I?

I was here before. Before this happened. I did something. I can remember that. I hit something, touched something, decided something.

In a flash, I realize exactly what’s happening to me.

What? Where am I?

It ended—my life ended. I’m dead, and in my last moment on Earth, I failed.

I failed.

What? Where am I?

God doesn’t love me anymore.

How long have I been here?

It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been here. I will always be here. Outside of God’s love.

What? Are you serious?

Perfectly serious. I failed. I pushed the limits of God’s grace. I made the final mistake. I died. I’m in hell. There is no fire, no brimstone. Just the absence of His love. I couldn’t imagine a worse hell if I tried.

What? Where am I?

I need to stop asking that. I know where I am. I know why I’m here. But I’m hoping I’m wrong. There just isn’t enough time to know. As soon as I ask, the moment begins again, and I have to ask again. But no one is answering.

This feels like a nightmare, but I know it’s not. It’s worse than a nightmare. I can feel time repeating, I know my life has ended. Game over. You fail.

I didn’t do anything with my life.

What? Where am I?

It can’t be over. My life was pointless. I was supposed to do something.

God stopped loving me.

What?

I was supposed to do something for Him. I can’t remember…

Where am I?

I’m in hell.

I’m in hell.

I’m in hell.

What? Where am I?

Are you serious?

My life can’t be over. I still love you, God. Lord. I’m sorry.

Didn’t they always teach me that Your love is unconditional?

What? Where am I?

How long have I been here?

A long time. I’ve been here a long time. It feels like just a moment has passed, but that’s because I’m stuck. I’ve only lived one moment, and I will always live that moment.

I did something wrong.

I sinned.

Game over.

The End.

Goodbye, life.

I was supposed to do something.

What? Where am I?

I didn’t do anything.

Nothing good.

Are you serious?

No. I remember. I didn’t touch anything. It’s not game over.

It can’t be.

Right?

It’s not. God still loves me.

What? Where am I? How long have I been here? Who are you?

I’m not in hell.

The moment is getting longer. I can feel it. God is giving me a second chance.

It’s letting me go. This place. God loves me again. I made a mistake. It’s ok.

He still loves me.

What?

Where am I?

How long have I been here?

…

Now what do I do?