Lucifer was lying on his mattress— lifeless. His usual stingy and intimidating aura was now replaced by deafening silence. Tears rushed down my eyes as I held his hand, wept on him but he wouldn't open his eyes. His whole body was cold as ice, no ounce of warmth rolled out of him and something within me died painfully.
I was angry with him. I was hurt; I was paining when I rejected him. I was scared that he would break me again, break me to a point where I won't be able to hold myself but in the process of protecting myself, I hurt him. I hurt him so much that he was now laying cold and lifeless.
"I'm so sorry, Lucifer, please wake up. I—I didn't meant what I said. Ple—please, wake up." I cried on his chest, gripping on the soft material of his shirt but he didn't even budge and someth
