Threads of Fate (Lucifer Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10: The Weight of Words and the Depth of Feeling

Maya sat in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the spot where Lucifer had been just moments ago. Her heart felt heavy, her thoughts spiralling into confusion and self-reproach.

The kiss had been everything she didn't know she wanted—a collision of passion, vulnerability, and a connection so deep it left her breathless. She closed her eyes, replaying the moment when their lips met. The warmth of his touch, the way his hands cradled her face, the electricity that coursed through her—it had been perfect.

But then she had ruined it.

"I love you," she whispered aloud, testing the words as if saying them again would make sense of what had happened.

Her chest tightened. "Why did I say that? Why did I have to say that?"

Maya buried her face in her hands, her mind racing with self-doubt. She had known Lucifer wasn't like anyone she had ever met. He was complicated, intense, and larger than life. But she had also seen his softer side—the part of him that risked everything to save her, the part that made her feel safe despite the chaos that surrounded him.

And yet, the moment she had let her guard down, he had left.

"Maybe he doesn't feel the same," she muttered to herself, her voice cracking.

Despite her self-recrimination, Maya couldn't shake the memory of the kiss. It had been nothing like the clumsy, awkward moments she had experienced with past crushes. This was raw, consuming, and utterly transformative.

"It felt like... heaven," she admitted quietly, her cheeks burning.

But the thought of Lucifer walking away turned that heavenly feeling into a painful ache. Was it her fault? Had she misread the moment?

She clenched the hospital blanket tightly in her fists. "I should've kept my mouth shut. I should've just enjoyed the moment instead of ruining it with words."

Her mind wandered to the boy himself—his piercing eyes, the way his expression softened when he looked at her, the intensity that made her feel as though she was the only person in the world who mattered.

She sighed deeply. "Why does he have to be so infuriating?"

Meanwhile, miles away, Lucifer stood on the edge of a rocky cliff, staring out at the endless expanse of ocean below. The wind whipped at his hair and clothes, but he barely noticed.

His mind was a storm, a swirling mess of emotions he didn't know how to process.

The kiss had shaken him to his core. He had kissed plenty of girls before, but it had always been shallow, transactional. They wanted his money, his power, his status. And he had given it to them, knowing it meant nothing.