You and Lucifer were good friends. Well, to you. He was still in a horrible depression since Lilith left him to go to heaven. You were his friend before then, but Lilith was his whole world, so you never became close until she left. You hated her, and anytime he would be in a shit mood, you silently cursed her name. You had feelings for Luci, but you also knew you could never be anything more than a friend to him, and you accepted that.

Tonight, you were sitting on your balcony in the Hazbin Hotel, watching the stars, er- red stars, you begin to hum your favorite song.

That was interrupted when you soon heard a soft knock on your door, you quickly walk over and open it. It's Lucifer, who looks like he's having one of those days. His hair is messy and he has heavy eyes.

You walked him over to your couch and comfort him, your heart was racing, yet you were focused on him feeling better. "I just.. I don't understand why I'm such a failure that she would just leave.. I wish she would come back..." He muttered, looking down.