She's Got The Devil's Eyes - Deckerstar (Completed)

Chapter II

When Chloe wakes up the next morning is, indeed, to an empty bed and a broken heart; the sheets are cold and silky as they lay on her body while the place looks eerily quiet. She knew beforehand things would go that way but it still doesn't make it hurt any less when she opens her eyes and is faced with the other side of the bed completely empty. She just cries, holding on to Lucifer's pillow and breathing in what was left of his scent, trying to somehow feel the devil closer to her. In reality, she knows where he is: beneath her, in a place much warmer.

She knows that it was for the best, that Lucifer did it because it was in humanity's best interest, hell, in hers even, but she couldn't help but miss him already. He had crawled his way into her heart over the years of working together, they even managed to fall in love along the way and just... She wanted to wake up from it all, let it be just a nightmare. She wanted to hear her alarm go off and wake up, make Trixie's breakfast and head to work to meet her handsome devil and solve yet another case. They had one of the greatest closure rates of all the precinct when they worked together. She wanted to believe that it was all a lie, that Lucifer was hiding somewhere in the penthouse and would come out any time laughing at her.

Half an hour went by and everything still looked the same, quiet, abandoned, foreign. Chloe couldn't understand how a couple of hours ago everything was okay, Lucifer was by her side and they were working cases as always and now he just wasn't. If he had acted a little bit more like himself when he told her he would be leaving, she would have hoped that he'd come back eventually. Instead, all she got was a serious devil telling her he would be leaving her and their life behind on earth. She didn't care if it was to protect her, out of all people, she wanted him beside her. Whenever they were together was when she felt the safest. She almost felt mad that it all had to end so suddenly, that they had to be ripped apart.

She laid in bed for what felt like millennia, crying, hugging the bedsheets, his pillow, refusing to acknowledge the fact that those were the last things she would have of him. Those were the only things able to prove that he existed, that he had been a part of her life at some point in time. She loved him so much and she couldn't help but blame herself, to think that it was on her. If only she wouldn't have reacted the way she did when she found out about his true self, if only she hadn't left. Maybe things would have been different. Hell, things would have been different.

It was noon when she finally felt strong enough to get out of bed. She had laid her eyes on one of Lucifer's long silk robes and stood up to get it, putting it on and letting her small frame be drowned by what was left of her lover. His scent was the strongest around the collar of it, so she pulled it up and breathed in deep, keeping his scent close by. She wrapped the silk around her midriff and made her way towards the devil's dresser, laughing bittersweetly when she got there.

The room was shaped like a pentagon and the walls were deep red. There was a rectangular table in the middle and all the dark wooden wardrobes were carefully made so they would preserve the room's shape. And she smiled because only Lucifer would be one to do that.

She grabbed a white and plain shirt and smiled again when she looked at the tag. Of course, the plain white dressing shirt had to be Dolce & Gabanna. With that in hand, she made her way into the bathroom, taking a shower and using the devil's shower gel and shampoo. She wasn't a fan of the idea of getting rid of Lucifer's scent off her body but she felt absolutely filthy. The best she could do was shower and try to still smell like him as much as possible.

A couple of minutes later she stepped out of the shower, having cried a tiny bit more, and dressed only with Lucifer's plain white dressing shirt. It was so big on her that it almost reached her knees. It would be comical if the reason why she was wearing it wasn't that she missed its owner.