Novel & Cerita When I Talk To God I Talk About You

“Talk. Okay, sure,” I say, taking out my earbuds and placing them on my coffee table along with my bag. “You can talk about how the hell we are now in my apartment and how the fuck you know where I live?” I almost screech at him. “I believe you humans describe it as teleporting,” he says nonchalantly, but with a defensive crease in his eyes. “You humans? Oh, right, because you’re a God,” I mock.

The moment lingered. Not intense. Not overwhelming. Just… present. Maya felt it. That quiet spark. Not chaotic. Not consuming. Safe. Later in the evening, the conversation shifted. Deeper. “What kept you grounded… through everything?” Ethan asked gently. Maya paused. Then answered honestly. “God,” she said. “Even when I didn’t understand… I held on to that.” Ethan nodded. “Same,” he said quietly. A look passed between them. Not dramatic. But meaningful.

‎My hands were cold. ‎My legs… yeah, they weren’t doing great either. ‎ ‎“This… this is insane,” I whispered, voice barely there. “This is seriously God this is too much.” ‎ ‎I didn’t even know who I was talking to. Myself, maybe. The empty parking lot. The universe that clearly had it out for me. ‎ ‎I stepped away from the car, not trusting anything around it. Like maybe touching the door again would summon demons or something. ‎

Thinking about it, I’ve never been a prayerful person, and as a Christian, I was starting to wonder if that was the reason why what was happening to me was happening to me. This little chat I had with Landry suddenly opened my eyes to where I should be looking. I was already drained, slightly depressed, and really tired of how to go about getting my husband out of the way. But Landry came and dropped the answer right at my feet. It was very simple: to look for God, to speak to him, just like I would speak to a friend, like I remember my mother would tell me. “Tell God anything, as long as he’s your friend, he’s going to do it for you,” I could remember telling God about the littlest things w

I asked Lance, who looked just as bewildered as I felt. “Oddly enough yes, but what the” he was cut off, when the voice spoke again. “You mistake my observation as silence, it is not so.” The rich warmth I felt led me to believe it was only one person. “Sun God” I whispered, shocked to be spoken to directly. It was one thing to know we were connected, but to be spoken to directly by a God. Well, this wasn’t an everyday occurrence. I was glad Lance could also hear him because if I didn’t have a witness, I may think I was losing my mind.

“They are going to hurt our people.” “When was the last time a god spoke to you?” Kahn asks. “I mean really talked. Like they used to?” It has been a while. I speak to the Goddess all the time, but she never answers. “We’re cut off from the gods,” I say. My legs almost give out from under me. A heavy, dark blanket of despair settles over me. I didn’t think I’d ever miss the gods’ presence, but now that I’ve been cut off from them, it’s unbearable and terrifying. No matter what happened, I always knew we at least had the gods on our side.

She said, “why are you listening to my private conversations with God?" I said I came out here to run and I didn't know it was you at first. I was going to ask if you were ok until I heard your voice. I was going to walk away but hearing you broke my heart and I couldn't move. What has happened to you in your life that you have to beg and plead with God to give you something good? Talk to me Crystal, please open up and tell me why you are so depressed. She sighed and said,

I absentmindedly stated. I slowly went on my knees and continued talking. "You know the point of being a God is to have fun and live life over and over again. That's why time resets. Unfortunately everyone wanted to live life like a mortal." I stated. "What do you mean?" Someone asked. I looked up and looked around because nobody should be able to talk or act. When nobody said anything I sighed and shook my head, it seemed like my memories had brought back the small voice in my head.

Now that the goddess was gone, I could see that he was standing right beside the door and in the same place that I remembered him before she’d shown up. “You won’t believe it,” I gushed as I arrived at his side. “I just had a conversation with the goddess. In person. She even asked me to call her by name.” “Was it helpful?” he asked. “Very… I think.” Theo chuckled. “I’m not entirely sure what that means.”