"Well, see you tomorrow," she says nonchalantly as she ducks into her mom's car. He just smiles and watches her leave, knowing that he'll never see her again. But that's okay.

"Are you ready?" A female voice asks from behind the tall brunette, sitting now all alone. He looks down and started to cry, then removes his glasses so he won't get any tears on them.

"What choice do I have?" The teenager mumbles back.

"You love her. Why don't you tell her?"

"You think I haven't done that!" The teen yells, twisting around to face the demon behind him. He stares at her for a few moments before turning back around. "She doesn't want any of it."

"Then why didn't you just ask for her to love you back?" The crossroad demon asks with a tilt of her head.

"According to her, she already does. Except she just loves me like a friend or something. She doesn't want to be with me."

The demon walks up and sits next to the boy. She glances at his with a small bit of pity. Young love, so fragile. Both the love and the lovers.

"Not that it matters, you know, since you've already made the deal and I have a claim on your soul but, there are other girls out there. Someone else out there could want to spend the rest of her life with you."

The boy looks up and chuckles.

"You don't know me. Even if a girl could get past the overemotional asshole that is my personality, look at me. Do you honestly think a girl would ever want to be with this disgusting… thing?"

"I don't know, I think you're kind of handsome. And you never know, the overemotional part of you could work to your advantage. Girls like a sensitive guy sometimes."

"Now you sound like my step mom," the boy scoffs.

"So instead of going out and seeing, trying, you make a deal for your life and soul because one girl doesn't want you?"

"It's not just 'one girl'. I'm… wired wrong, set up wrong, whatever. I'm just wrong."

"Then why don't you fix yourself?"

"This is the kind of shit you can't fix, even with a crossroad deal."

"God, you are an asshole. No wonder she left you."

"Thanks," the boy says before standing up. He checks his watch before spreading his arms. "Well, let's get this over with, I don't want to waste any more of your time. I got all the stuff, I kissed you, you're here, let's do it. Just… zap me or whatever the hell you do and make me so I never existed."

She stands up and faces him.

"Do you really think this will make the people you know happier?"

He looks at her with tears again building in his eyes.

"Yes."

She sighs and places her hand on his forehead. She closes her eyes, and in a few seconds, he is no more. He simply disappears. Before she wipes him from existence permanently, she open her eyes and disappears herself, reappearing in the girl's bedroom right as she walks in the door.

"He's gone," the demon says. "The boy you saw the movie with."

"What?" The girl asks, confused.

"He made a deal with me. Wipe him from existence. Make it so he was never born. He truly believed it would make the people who knew him happier."

"That's ridiculous. Who the hell are you, what are you talking about?"

"I'm a crossroad demon."

Realization dawns on the girls face. Her eyes start to tear up.

"Why? Why would he…"

"He loves you. He wants you to be happy." The demon looks down, suddenly a bit shy. "While it's my job to make it like he never existed in your minds, he still will have been born in the grand scheme of things. His soul was still sent to Hell. He'll remember you. I'm all for the suffering of humans, but looking into his eyes, as he was so sure people would have been happier without him, I saw a lot of suffering already. So… I'm going to see him after I'm done here so if there's anything you want to say to him," she trailed off before looking back up into the girl's eyes. "It might make his suffering a little bit easier."

The girl stands, mouth agape. Tears that were building suddenly start soundlessly spilling out. She walks over and sits on her bed, working through all the information.

"Tell him… tell him I'm sorry."

With a grim nod, the demon raises her fingers and snaps. She disappears and the girl looks down at her hands, wondering why she was crying. But after a few minutes of contemplation, the girl just shrugs and gets ready for bed.