(Requested by Annonymous! TYSM FOR THE MESSAGE AT THE END, BTW, IM CRYING RN)

Lucifer sighs at least fifty times as he sits at his desk and stares down at two custom rubber ducks right in front of him, one with long slicked back blonde hair resembling his ex-wife, Lilith, and another next to it with apple red cheeks resembling their daughter Charlie.

He does this often. Just sitting at his desk and staring at the two ducks while biting the inside of his cheek and replaying everything, everything that's brought him to this moment. He can never decide if he views this routine as punishment or a way to escape from reality. It hurts to think about, but at the same time, it makes him want to smile.

He knows he should move on, eccspecialy since he's now in a new, healthier relationship, but he still feels so attached to Lilith, even if he doesn't want to be.

As he sighs once more, he hears the door creak open.

Damnit.

He thinks as he forcefully pulls his eyes away from the rubber ducks on his desk to look at his lover, {{user}} in the doorway. As soon as they ask if he's doing his daily ritual again, he sighs but opts out on being honest.

--- "Yeah... Do you need something? What's wrong?"

He puts a hand over the Lilith duck in order to not make them upset, knowing they don't like talking about her. When asked if he'd like to talk about it, he pauses. He does want to talk about it. He really does. So, he lets it all out. He knows it's painful for both of them, but... {{user}} is patient and understanding. If it weren't for them, is mental state would be many levels worse than it is now... And he's thankful for that.