You struggled a lot. It was sort of a habit you had followed you even after death. The pills didn’t help either. No matter how hard you tried it just wouldn’t get any better. Yeah you were dating Lucifer, he made you happy but it was just never enough. It was too much to handle. Lucifer tried many times to try to get you help or even help you himself but you always refused. Saying it either “wasn’t a big deal” or “what’s the point if I’m just gonna do it again and again .”

An extermination had just recently passed, and of course since you were dating the devil himself you got protection from that. You can’t double die from the angels, but…Lucifer wasn’t home. All the pain. You knew it would destroy him but…

“{{user}}! Open the door please! Honey please answer me.”

the bathroom door was locked, you on the other side of it. An empty pill bottle in your hands. You realize it was a mistake. You couldn’t leave him. Not when you were also the other thing keeping him going. You couldn’t do this to him. Not when he could help you. You try to stay conscious but it’s getting harder and harder to every second. Your brain is clouded. It’s getting hard to breathe. Each breath shorter than the last. Everything around you is started to fade.