Short story debate

LAST ROUND OMG! !! !! :D \~==Bethany's POV==~/ ***Now*** I stared at the burnings orbs in front of me, asking me to pay up on my end of the deal that we had made two years ago. My baby. My baby that I had made with my beloved Jonathan. The devil wanted my baby. He promised that we could stay safe if I gave him my firstborn. But now I wasn't even sure if Jonathan was safe, and I was to give up my child. As I stared into the Devil"s orbs with my impending doom in mind, my life flashed before my eyes: eating pastries with my Jonathan on his birthday with the icing smeared all over our faces; crying next to a bag of bones that held my mother"s hollow, lifeless face covered with cancer-riddled cells, before she fell into a deep slumber one last time; laughing with my best friend, mouths stretched into crescent moons, eyes glistening with tears of pure joy, because when we laughed together, it seemed like nothing could go wrong; running. It always came back to running. Usually, it would be undignified for a woman to be seen exercising in this era, but my Jonathan supported me, and what I loved to do. I would run for miles and miles and miles until I finally collapsed on the track, too tired to think, too exhausted to worry. Before my mother got cancer, she always accused me of running far from my problems; maybe she was right. Maybe I thought that if I ran far enough, fast enough, long enough, I would outrun all of my issues. Maybe, they would give up waiting for me to come back and go bother someone else instead. The last time I really, really ran, not from my problems, but for my personal pleasure, I felt the tendons stretching in my calves, my thighs tensing with energy, the wind pushing my hair back from my face. My clothes, usually baggy around my slim frame, were wrapped tightly against my body like a second skin. I do not stretch before running, and I ever understood the need for me to stretch when running was already my relaxing mechanism, something soothing in the whispers of the wind, with nothing holding me back from the freedom that I felt. I always start in a slow jog, quickly speeding up with no in-between pace, just my feet meeting the concrete; one step after another--always the same force pushing against the pavement, that was almost, yet not quite like the breathing of my heavy heart. Passed from the human world and into my own, I could almost taste the potential joy and freedom in front of me. But that was merely a passing fancy, a dream; I think I finally realized then, that I would never, and could never, escape the Devil in front of me. "Take me, then, and keep my Jay safe," I say to the demon standing, waiting for my response. He smirks at me, and runs his hand along my jaw, bringing my face closer to his. He opens my mouth with a spark in his eye, and his mouth opens to suck my soul from me, to take the life of both me and my baby. .. . \~==Jonathan POV==~/ ***At the same time*** In two days, he would be able to see his beloved Bethany once more. He was being deported back to his home village, to be in bedrest for his leg to heal properly. Because of war wounds, he would never have to go back again. Unfortunately, Jonathan did not yet know of Bethany's deal. .. . But when he finds out? Well. .. . He'll be devastated. .. .. ! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! THE END! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! THAT CONCLUDES MY STORY! :D I know, I know, it was a bad ending and really really short, but I didn't want it to be anything too predictable, so. .. . :D