a fire I made for you
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The black male could see her bright colored eyes, turn dimmed as soon as he spoke. His heart dropped, so his fears had come true. She had moved on or fell in love with the lands of Tears. The male coughed, as he laid back down with a nod. He was trying to act like he understood. Though he didn't, he couldn't even grasp the idea of not following the male that was setting up a house and home, and would willing take her place in death. The black male had just proven that correct? He coughed again, fighting away the want to start another fight. Wasn't that how he ended up the way he was? Lucifer gulped, as he rubbed his hand slowly over his chest, pain was still there, the poppy seed was good, but there wasn't enough in his body to work. He wasn't a kittypet, from the old times that would only take one or two at the maximum four seeds to knock them out and not feel any pain for the rest of the day. He wanted the pain, he welcomed it. The black male thought every now needed to feel the pain, after the fight. It would help to learn not to do it again. Though some how when it came to that damn knife, this was his second time getting hurt by it. Lucifer still would keep it by his heart. It was one of Summer's most prized items that she kept on her alter.

Lucifer touched his heart, then looked to her. He was going to make a deal with him-self to lock away all of his feelings, they where also getting him in trouble. Trying to make every thing right and all he was getting was hurt. Forget them feelings thing.


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