Two days.
Lucifer didn't go to school.
He barely left his room. The curtains stayed drawn, leaving the space dim and suffocating. He lay on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling — but he wasn't really seeing anything. His mind wouldn't stop spinning. Every thought was her. Every second without her felt heavier than the last.
He missed her.
Not in the casual way people miss things — he missed her like he was missing air, like his chest couldn't expand fully without her.
He missed the sound of her laugh — the one that used to be just for him. The way she'd nudge him with her elbow when he said something stupid, rolling her eyes but smiling anyway. He missed how her eyes used to light up when she saw him, like he was the only person in the room that mattered.
He missed the way she used to make him feel like he wasn't just some guy who smiled on the outside but felt hollow inside.
Without her, it felt like he couldn't breathe.
The weight in his chest pressed harder with every second. His throat tightened painfully, and he squeezed his eyes shut like that would somehow stop the ache from spreading through his ribs.
He missed everything.
The silence in his house screamed at him. Every room felt too big, too empty. His phone stayed next to him, untouched. He wanted to call her, to text her — to beg her to fix whatever was broken between them.
But he couldn't find the words.
Because what if she didn't want him back? What if she was better off without him?
His mind tortured him with the worst thoughts — thoughts of her smiling at Ryan, laughing at his jokes the way she used to laugh at his. He pictured Ryan leaning in too close, touching her hand, whispering something that made her blush.
The thought made him feel sick.
He punched his pillow, hard. His breathing was ragged. He hated this. He hated himself more.
For pushing her away. For pretending everything was fine. For being too scared to tell her the truth.
For losing her.
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Meanwhile, Eliza noticed his absence.
Of course, she did.
She wasn't supposed to care — that's what she told herself every morning when she walked into the classroom and saw his empty seat.
Her chest tightened anyway.
Her eyes kept drifting to the door, half-expecting him to walk in late like he usually did.
But he didn't.
And each day felt worse than the last.
She tapped her fingers anxiously against her desk, trying to push it down, pretend it didn't matter. Maybe he was sick. Maybe he was skipping.
Maybe he didn't care anymore.
The thought made her stomach twist painfully.
She stared out the window, watching the rain drizzle against the glass, blurring the view of the school courtyard. Her heart ached.
Still, she told herself she didn't care.
She told herself she had to stop caring.
She told herself it didn't matter. She needed to erase these feelings — to stop hurting over him.
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Two days later. The weekend.
Rain tapped lightly against Eliza's window, blending into the faint hum of music playing from her phone. She sat at her desk, her textbooks open in front of her.
The words blurred together.
Her mind wandered again — to him.
She hated it. She hated that she still cared this much.
Her phone buzzed, breaking the quiet.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw his name on the screen.
Lucifer: Come outside.
Her stomach flipped.
Her feet moved before her brain caught up. She crossed the room and peeked through her window. The rain blurred the glass, but she could still make out his figure standing there on the sidewalk in the downpour.
Lucifer was there.
He wasn't moving.
He stood in the rain, soaked from head to toe. His hair stuck to his forehead, water dripping from his clothes.
He looked broken.
Eliza didn't think. She grabbed her umbrella and bolted down the stairs.
The wind hit her first when she opened the door, but she didn't care. She ran toward him, her heart racing.
"Oh my God, Lucifer, you're going to get sick!" she scolded, her voice laced with worry as she reached him, holding the umbrella over them both.
Lucifer didn't answer.
He just stared at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. Rain dripped down his face, but he didn't blink it away.
Then, without warning, he moved.
His head dropped to her shoulder, his body slumping against hers. His hands fisted the back of her sweater like he was afraid she'd disappear.
Eliza froze, her eyes wide.
His body shook — but not from the cold.
Lucifer was trembling, like he was trying to hold back a sob.
"I'm sorry," his voice came out broken, muffled against her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Eliza… please don't leave me. I was scared… I'm still scared."
Her heart clenched painfully.
"Please don't walk away from me. Please talk to me again. Please take care of me again. Please… look at me again," his voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Please… love me again."
Eliza felt her throat tighten. Her chest ached so hard it hurt to breathe.
He broke. Right there in her arms, he broke.
"I'm tired," he whispered, his voice barely there. "I'm really… tired."
She swallowed hard, her heart slamming against her ribs.
"I can't," his voice was so quiet, she barely heard it over the rain. "I can't live without you."
Her heart was beating too fast, her mind spinning. She couldn't process what was happening, couldn't figure out what to do.
What did he mean?
Her voice trembled. "Lucifer…"
He didn't move. His hands tightened on her sweater like she was the only thing keeping him standing.
The rain kept falling.
Eliza stood there, frozen, her heart racing, her mind screaming a thousand questions all at once.
Did he mean it? Was this real? Was he too late? Was she?
And for the first time in days…
She didn't know what to do.
To be continued....
💬Author's Note:
Ahhhhhhh! What the...?! Finally, Lucifer!
The big moment we've all been waiting for is here—raw, real, and totally heartbreaking.
Can you feel the tension? The desperation? The love that's screaming beneath it all?
Go, Lucifer, go! Don't let her slip away again!
But… what will Eliza do? Ooooh, things are heating up!