[ WP ] A book lies open before you , titled `` Your Sins '' Every deed you 've done is in it . Next to the book lies a white marker and a note `` You may erase one sin from your record . '' What do you do with this power , and how does your life change ?

I do n't think there was any rain on that strange day. Simply, the world stopped turning. Sure, the sun rose, and fell away behind the horizon, but everything outside- space I mean- was gone. Telescopes did n't work anymore. Things bent at unnatural angles to accomplish this breakdown of the laws of everything scientific. The moon stayed a waxing gibbous, night after night. 
 
 I was n't honestly sure how I killed God. I was a simple and humble man. But now that I think about it, and I've been thinking for decades now because time is stuck too it seems, I think I met him on a corner. On a corner in the city as I was walking to get coffee. 
 
 I had a guy in a big brown coat brush me hard on the shoulder as I came up to the crosswalk, so I was patting myself down of course. I think I had just put my hand on the apartment key when he first said something to me. I was n't really sure what I just heard, so I looked up. 
 
 He was plain; had n't shaved today but did n't have a beard. Salt and pepper hair and a pair of glasses that sat on his short nose. `` You look tired.'' 
 
 He was looking me up and down; I figured he was sizing me up. I sized him up too, but I turned my eyes across the street to where the crosswalk ended. 
 
 `` You know,'' he said as he lit up a cigarette and put it between his thin lips, `` I think I'm done with this.'' 
 
 `` Done with what?'' I asked before I could shut my damn mouth. 
 
 He took a long draw. We kind of stood there amid the horns and heavy truck mufflers of the downtown for a moment. `` This.'' he said, pointing a finger all around him. 
 
 I watched his finger, `` What? The city?'' 
 
 `` Yea,'' he said taking another draw, `` but not just the city.'' He held the cigarette, cherry up in front of himself and just watched it for a moment. I smacked the crosswalk button a couple of times. `` I kept trying. I kept trying and trying, but in the end I knew the end.'' He stamped the cigarette out under his penny-loafers and looked me in the eye, `` You guys are just the way you are, and I love it.'' 
 
 I remember the words that I said then, `` Who the fuck are *you*?'' 
 
 He smiled and grabbed my hand, pushing the soft pack cigarettes into my hand. He had my one hand in both of his. `` Take care.'' Is all he said, and stepped off the curb. 
 
 The truck that hit him simply stopped. For a moment nothing moved, except me. All inside a breath's time, I heard my heart beat for a million minutes. In my palm, a curious weight replaced the cigarettes. I opened my hand to see a small white book and a blue pen with white and silver clouds. 
 
 My collar became tight, but I could n't spare a thought to loosen it. This tiny book, no bigger than a wallet print picture felt as heavy as something that should've pinned me to the concrete. Yet I carried it. I pocketed the pen, and closed my fingers around the tome. When I did, the world broke. 
 
 Though the crazy ones try to keep time, I know how long it has been: too long. I've been standing here on the corner, waiting for him to come back as the people brush by me. I have n't eaten since then. I have n't slept; no one really has, they just pretend. When I pretend to sleep, I think about the book he gave me. Somewhere along the way, the weight in my hand became the weight on my heart, and I knew why he had given up. 
 
 And finally, it comes to me. I do n't know if it was just the weight of the book finally sunk in, or some cognitive insertion from the outside to the inside, but i knew what to do. 
 
 I opened the book and pulled the pen from my pocket. I flipped pages for a few seconds before I found the page from that day. When I touched my thumb to it, I found myself back at the corner on that day. 
 
 To my left I saw him as he pushed the cigarettes into that stupid kid's palm. As his foot left the sidewalk, I reach out a hand, and grabbed him by the arm. 
 
 When I pulled him back. When he looked at me, I said, `` When the weight gets too heavy, come find me.'' 
 
 He seemed almost taken aback by what I said, as if I had just asked him what the difference between who and whom was. I smiled. He smiled back. 
 
 Then the traffic stopped, and the crosswalk sign flipped to green. I stepped out onto the street, to go to the other side and get some coffee. I signed the receipt with a blue pen with white and silver clouds. and when I came back to that crosswalk, I saw him wave from the other side, but it was n't the man with the thin lips and glasses. It was me, and I saved him.
