24| Self Pity

LACY

I sat in my massive bedroom, staring out the window. I never thought I would return to the humongous mansion I once called home but here I was, sitting in the room that was known for many years as my bedroom, staring out the window, watching as the rain plummeted onto the cold, hard ground.

I never liked the rain but at this very moment in time, there was something strangely beautiful about it. If you observed the droplets long enough you would notice how they seemed to dance around each other as soon as they splattered to the ground.

It had been exactly a week since I last spoke to Lucifer. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth. I received no calls or texts from him and I didn't send any to him because I was a coward. After my near desperate confession, I couldn't find the courage to face him. I didn't want to hear the words of rejection fall from his lips.

It brok