“Did you know that Adam and Eve didn’t have any belly buttons?” she asked as she bit into an apple. Sitting on my bed cross-legged and gorgeous as ever in jeans and a navy-blue t-shirt. Her honey brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and it fell around her face in loose curls and waves that I could get lost in. I used to fall asleep and dream of those curls. She looked up at me and flashed a lop-sided smile through the strands that fell over her bright gray eyes.

“So, logically,” she continued in a bitter tone, “This hole in our stomachs is a reminder of The Original Sin, and how we have to pay for two people’s fuck up.”

She sighed and fell back onto the bed, letting her arms land spread out and her legs splayed. She stared up and the ceiling, her eyes darting back and forth across the plain white above her.

“Sometimes,” she whispered up at the angels,” I think I’m Eve.”