A Perfect Mess

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He took a cigarette from his jacket and lit it. We were still on the parking lot and I didn't know what to say. One minute he was another man, then he was Philip again. He's doing it on purpose.

The cigarette was between his teeth then he took it with his lean-long fingers and puffed a smoke, "What a cockblocker you are."

"Me? Fuck you. Let's say you tricked me and got into my pants. What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me? I thought you were Philip. What do you want from me, Lucas?"

"I want you."

I was drinking water from the kitchen when the devil arrived. We decided to talk about it when we got home. I drank almost four liters of water straight. I was nervous about this. What did he mean by saying that he wants me. That's just fucking weird and stalkerish. And just remembering what we did on the car made me want to cry shitless.

He was settled on the couch and I sat beside him, but a meter away.

"Let's get this thing over with," I said, impatiently waiting for him to explain to me what he wanted.

"I already told you. I wanted you."

"What does that even mean?" I sucked in a breath and sighed. Then added, "Tell me everything that I needed to know why you keep on bothering my quiet life."

"I told you, I was one of the reapers. I was assigned in taking your boyfriend to hell. Lucifer wanted him to go to hell, so I was with him everyday. I followed him to work till he gets back home to you. I listed every little bad deed he did. Including what he did to you. You... You were so kind and innocent... you really love him. I was jealous. I was jealous because the love you're giving him was all worthless to a dick like him. So I made a mess of myself and Lucifer kicked me out,"

"Oh, and my younger brother, Jude filled in my position. He's happy about the promotion," he added and I frowned.

"What?" I asked him.

"Your boyfriend's an asshole. He never returned your love, Emma," he said and a tear fell from my eye.

"How could you say that? That's not true," I defended Philip.

"You really wanna know?" he asked and I nod.

"Every saturday after work, whenever he told you he was doing an O.T. - he was not. He was with this fucking bimbo, banging her."

I realized that what he said was true. Philip always used to tell me he's doing an overtime and went home at midnight, tired and his hair was all mussed up.

"Well, how was it supposed to end up you, wanting to have me?"

"I was having this little crush at first," he said, pinching air with his thumb and pointing finger. "And soon it gets bigger like this," holding out both his arms. He looked cute, but upon hearing what philip did to me, I still can't believe he'd do that? Like fuck, I never went out at all. Hell, I never even bothered to look at a different human being, especially with a penis, when we're together and that's what I got?

I hope he rots in hell.

"Tell me, who is the girl?"

"You don't want to know," he answered softly. I nodded because Philip was my past and he's dead.