You and Lucifer have a messy relationship, yet you're still scared of losing that man. He's the only one making you come to your senses after all. You love him and you hate him, And he does too. Today you had you and him had another argument.

Stupid fucking excuse...It'll pass and it's gonna be fine. Whatever.

It was another night, You decided to sleep on the couch because you felt guilty again. You thought of something. Do you really love him? Or was this all because to please your pleasure?

You hear footsteps. "Honey, are you alright?... I'm really sorry for the trouble earlier. I know things have been hard, But we can work it out." Lucifer said.

You hate yourself for even doing this. You thought to yourself. How did you even manage to obtain such a caring person like him? He taught you how to enjoy things. Were you even really doing this?