Margie had counted the decades, the weeks and even the minutes that she spent parted from her one true love. They had endured an ending so tragic that, when the minutes seemed unbearable and her head tended to explode by mere thinking of a time before her arrival in heaven, she asked herself if the all so glorious memories were fooling her. Moreover, that she held onto something that hadn't been worth the name of love. A quite peculiar love, considering that her lover had also been her killer.

    But it wasn't the kill that really bothered angelic Margie. She had found redemption in the void of her rummaging soul. Frankly there wasn't much to do otherwise. Heaven, as commonly known, refered to the peaceful state of one's mind, and Margie had locked up all the skeletons in her imaginable closets, and carefully hid the key. So deep down that she would never be able to reach the pathetic parts of her reasoning. The question that came to mind was if her killer felt the same. Because facing eternity could either bring the best or the very worst out of a person. But as far as Margie knew, it at least had brought her back from whatever state of mind, literally, she had been in.

    Waking up from the blur was quite shocking. Not only because Margie's surroundings hadn't welcomed her with the warm touches of sunlight, but with cold and smothering earth. Not long from then that Margie realised her body was still stuck in the grave dug solely for the purpose of letting her flesh rot in peace. It hadn't done that, obviously, as she panicked and burrowed her tedious way to the surface, there were still plenty nerves connected to her brain and made her feel. Not the suffer, but love.

    Once out and about, Margie almost fainted, if after nearly a millennium of resting, you could faint. New moon darkened the sky and landscape that she had found peace on, and so Margie could barely make out the silhouettes of her surroundings. Turning on the spot, there was a little light from a shelter she didn't remember back in the days, a bright sign made of fine glowing lines, they had to have caught a star and split it into a million little pieces. Walmart, it said. No sign of her killer.

    Suddenly, Margie felt the earth shaking beneath her bare toes and she let out a hiss before hopping to the side. A face arose, earth crumbling from the nose and mouth. Margie didn't scream because she knew the face so very well. It was the face that killed her.

    "Margie, you're back! Shit, you didn't end up in hell", he let out the obvious.

    "We are back", she eagerly corrected him and kneeled onto the loose earth before intertwining their fingers.

    "I'm sorry I killed you", Lucifer said.

    "It is alright. We will try again" They shared a breath as they kissed.