[ WP ] A lonely teenager makes a bargain with the devil one night ; their soul in exchange for meeting their true love . Nothing happens and they forget about the bargain . Years later they do meet their soulmate and live a long , wonderful life . They are now close to death ...

`` You got yourself in quite the pickle did n't you?'' 
 
 The devil reached out a hand and pulled Johan's body from the wreckage. The man only weakly groaned in pain as broken debris punctured deep into his organs, `` Take... me.'' He whimpered. 
 
 `` Sorry, bud, I'm not done with you yet.'' the devil said prompting Johan against the road curve. With a flick of hand, he healed him of his major injuries. 
 
 `` Why?'' asked Johan, `` You already gave me my soulmate, why wait to take your end of the bargain?'' 
 
 `` I did n't hold my end of the deal yet.'' 
 
 Johan looked at him confused, `` Natalie is my true love.'' 
 
 `` She is n't.'' 
 
 `` My life with her has been perfect!'' Johan yelled, `` Whatever game you're trying to pull wo n't work on me. Meeting Natalie was the best thing to have ever happen to me.'' 
 
 The devil gave out a sigh, `` Looks like I really do have to explain to you.'' He flick his hand out again and the scenery changed. Soon both of them were standing in an airport. To their left, a young woman was sitting on the floor, desperately trying to shove all her possessions back into a ruptured suitcase. `` This is where we met.'' Johan said quietly, `` The day my life change.'' 
 
 A younger Johan ran onto the scene and helped the woman with her predicament. Eventually an announcement rang out about a deporting flight and soon both of them were running down the terminal with arms full of clothing and nicknacks. 
 
 `` If it was n't for me, she would n't had made it.'' said Johan fondly, `` It was there, Natalie gave me her phone number.'' 
 
 The scenery flashed again, revealing Johan and Natalie dining at a restaurant in Paris; three years since the airport incident. His younger self then got on one knee and pulled a box from his pocket. 
 
 `` I had to get her the most expensive diamond out there.'' said Johan, `` I just had too.'' 
 
 `` You're still not seeing it.'' the devil said disappointingly. 
 
 They skimmed through his marriage, the countless anniversaries, the day they bought a house together, every trip they ever been on, every gift they gave, every moment he felt happy. Finally they flashed back to the car crash. 
 
 `` What does every event have in common?'' asked the devil. 
 
 `` I'm with Natalie?'' 
 
 `` No, idiot! You were drowning in luxury!'' the devil cried out, `` From the first moment you touched the fine satin of her luggage clothing, to the Paris restaurant, to the diamonds and trips, and big house on the beach. You only tolerated this woman because she was loaded. God knows, there's nothing else to this Natalie, no personality or looks, just money.'' 
 
 `` Shut the Hell up!'' yelled Johan angrily. 
 
 The devil laughed, `` you know her wealth is not going to last forever right? You know it's waning as we speak. Natalie has foolishly put the last of it into some last minutes investments and they're all going to fail. No more riches for poor Johan, no more fancy blitz. You and Natalie are going to be dirt poor and the thought is driving you mad.'' 
 
 `` SHUT UP!'' Johan cried. 
 
 `` Do n't fret.'' the devil laughed, `` today I'm going to introduce you to your true love. A little miss named winning lottery ticket, but you ai n't getting her until I have your soul.'' 
 
 `` I already gave you my soul.'' 
 
 `` I should clarify, your soul- *mate,'' * the devil said, `` The act of marriage bonded your two souls together. You own her heart and she owns yours, and like any possession, you can sell it for something better. Just give me Natalie and I'll restore your wealth.'' 
 
 Johan heard sirens roaring in the distance. 
 
 `` Time's a ticking.'' 
 
 He closed his eyes and muttered his answer, wondering what he chose to give up was worth it.
