A story of satanic convenience

Struggling in a pensive quicksand, he drew his last strength to trudge uphill in a remote hope of finding his horizon; only to meet an ashen sky drenched in an early morning fog with a dull greeting reflection from an ocean now at his feet. His mind wondered if he had a choice while his body prepared for the chill and impact of his imminent plunge. Light, sound and regret all submerged in a deafening silence and apathy. He had again opted for the default- a path of least action, presuming he had an option.

With a few rehearsed motions of his lean frame he found himself regaining balance and breath, so he paused to collect himself. Meanwhile in close vicinity, a fairy had fallen, not to her sins but at the caprice of the ocean. As natural order would have it- The silence and apathy of solitude gave way to shared warmth of mutual embrace.

To each lick of her sore, she asked who he was. "Satan" he diffidently replied each time. Fixing each other they began to converge. In the stupor of this merging existence he thought to himself if they were anything more than conveniently arrayed on this wave of time. Little did he know that the albatross of convenience borne by him; was secretly endorsed by her too. It all came down to one question: could he love the Satan in her and could she love the Fairy in him?

Supercondensed summary: A story of a selfish guy who does whatever is convenient to him, but he's faced with his own hypocrisy when he finds it uneasy to accept that he's not the only one who does "what's convenient". The selfish guy is me.