The sinners secret. {radioapple}

🍎Chapter 30🍎

                              (Lucifers pov)

I'm so sick of everyone asking the same stupid question. Are you okay?
NO!
IM NOT!

I drop in the grass. The same grass I had taken him on our first date. When everything was happy and I was normal.
I'm not normal.
I'm treated like i'm going to break any second now.
I hate it.
    I curl up and pull the tiny duck from my pocket.
Why can't I just be happy with him..
Why must everything be so hard now..
I'm an idiot..
Tears fill my eyes.
"I'm sorry Al.."
"I know."
I sit up and turn, and there he is.
"I thought I said not to follow me.."
"You also said mint chocolate is good ice cream. Clearly your head isnt on right."
I laugh a bit.
"It is.."
"Maybe we should take you to a doctor.."
he sits down next to me.
And it gets silent.
My smile fades. "I'm sorry I yelled at you..twice."
"I understand your frustration darling. You're trying to heal. But you want to push us away to do that. When in reality you need us."
I climb into his lap and rest my head on his chest.
"I don't want to push you away..I just..wish you'd not act like if i'm left alone i'm gonna die."
He sighs.
"I just worry. I'm sorry for the smothering but I don't want you to get hurt. Youve been hurt enough."
I reach down and link my hand in his.
"But. Whatever it is that is bugging you, we will get through it, together." He adds.
"What if I need to do this alone."
"You don't. And you won't."
He brushes my hair with his fingers.
"I will always be here for you Lucifer. Forever."
I look up into his eyes.
"Forevers a long time."
"With you it isn't enough."

                                         ...

Breath.
Steady.
I climb out of bed as quietly as I possibly can.
Shit I'm gonna wake Al..
I don't want to wake him..
I walk to the door of the suite. He still doesn't sleep much. But he does much better now.
I slowly grab our matching ducks and shove them into my pocket before walking out of the suite. Quietly head down the hall.
I want a snack.
Al would be telling me,
"Snacking at night is unhealthy."
Even though we're dead.
And I'm pretty sure murdering someone at nights unhealthier so. Is that even a word? I don't know but it fits so. Bleh.
I head to the kitchen and open the freezer.
I pull out a blue popsicle, and unrap it.
God damn plastic is so loud..
"Lu."
Shit.
"Gah!" I hide the popsicle behind my back. "Uh..yeah.."
He frowns.
"What is it you have behind your back." He asks.
"Whaaaaaaaat...whaat do you meeaannnn.."
"Lu."
I sigh and hold it out in front of me.
"I couldnt sleep and I wanted a snack.." I mumble.
"Hm. Pass me one." He says.
???
"Wha- uh- okay-?" I pull a red one out and walk over to him. Handing him it.
We sit down and eat our popsicles together, although he yet again proves he's a psychopath. Biting it.
"I'm dating a psychopath."
He smiles.
"You know you love me."
I smile.
"Yeah.."