Adam X Lute: Undying Love

Lute: Pov

(Warning sensitive topics discussed in this chapter)

I felt the hotel crumble under me. I had vajie dead to right when it all came tumbling down. Adam had been in a gruesome fight with Lucifer. He blasted the hotel in half and I fell down getting rocked by a piece of debris.

I was slow to get up I could hear muffled yelling. It was Adam I couldn't make out what he was saying. But he mask was destroyed. Fuck I was missing in arm it hurt so badly. I glanced at where my arm once was and tried to stop the bleeding. That's when I heard I distant stab. I glance over an saw the most horrific sight.

"NOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed as I ran over to Adam.

"Sir, sir stay with me sir" I flipped him over, I looked into his beautiful golden eyes as he gave me a little smile "ADAM!" I could feel the tears coming down my face I couldn't lose him not like this.

But all I could do is listen, all I could do is stay, all I could do was watch him drift away.

-1 week later-

I couldn't move, I hadn't for the last week. I just laid in our-well my bed now. Every time I realize that it hurt even more. I wore his robe or anything that reminded me of him. The pictures of us on the walls and the bedside mocked me. The joy on my face will never come back.

I finally decided to get up and take a good look at myself in the mirror. I tried to smile but I looked even more broken. I was now in charge of the exorcist. But I couldn't go on much longer like this. I needed to go somewhere to get my mind off things.

It was hard to fly it was hard to move at all. But I finally arrived. The gardens. Where Adam first declared his love for me. (When he wasn't drunk that is). The night didn't end well then. But it still is a key place in my heart. I walked over to that same tree we sat against. I laid back and took everything in. Adam is died and he's never coming back.

Just thinking about how I'll never be able to hold his hand again. Never be able to kiss him again. His annoying laugh. Even the way he called me bitch. I'll never be able to experience it again. Losing my arm didn't hurt as bad as losing him. And that smile.

That damn smile.

That's all I picture in my brain, his last moments. that stupid fucking smile. I couldn't hold back the tears, I start bawling. I've lost people before, hell I've lost people close to me. But none hurt like this. He was my everything even if we only recently started dating.

I should have been me, I should've been the one who died not him. I would do anything to go back to that moment and take the hit for him. He would have been able to move on. He would have 20,000 other chicks to fuck.

-1 day later-

Another day has passed its all starting to feel the same. I don't think it will ever get better. I walk to the kitchen as I haven't been eating well when I glance over on the counter. There's a knife. I grab the knife holding it and thinking my brain flooding with thoughts. "Join him", "you know you want to". The thoughts were overwhelming I want to be with him so bad.

I take the edge of the knife and point it to my stomach. I extend it out. I'm about to plunge in into my stomach when all of a sudden I let go.

I fall to the floor just crying until I can't feel anything anymore.

(Some positivity after that- Adam is died but is he really gone?)