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⟦ ✐ —- 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛; 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎. 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 —- 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚗. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ?? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝… 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ‘𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚑𝚞𝚑 ?? 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 ?? 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢. 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 … 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞…. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎; 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚡
SHAKEN DIGITS OF calloused fashion shake upon the envelope, letter donning scrawled writing coupled with the silver engagement ring as stated nestling within the papered walls; inhale, exhale, heart racing up a frantic storm before letter is thrust underneath hunter’s apartment door. the gap between wooden barrier & flooring barely accessible, yet still manages to slide the quaint letter within the space none-the-less. DOES HE KNOCK ?? does he run ?? no, no, this is to move on, lucifer knows that. he needs to reassure himself of that, he needs to BELIEVE it —- despite the moisture that seems to be permanently fixed upon rash-covered cheeks as of late. the way tiredness has formed underneath purple-laced hues & sadness frowned upon chapped flesh. truly a broken MAN, not that the devil could give a damn about how fractured he has become, how weak, how h u m a n. not when the man he loves is GONE. thus, he knocks. once. one time upon the wooden barrier in order to alert hunter towards the special delivery before boots turn on their heel, walking away. for good, for both of their sake, even if heart threatens to SINK at the result of love completely lost. ⟧
never in his entire life had he felt more ALONE, sitting in his own apartment, staring at the wall, not a sound to be heard except the constant stream of shaken breath that escaped his lips. occasionally his eyes would avert towards his phone, fingers would tap against his thigh in deep thought, wondering whether to act upon urges to pick up the phone and call the man he loved or not, always deciding against it since he assumed lucifer probably loathed him by now ; and he deserved that, right ? after everything he had done to him, after declaring his love to him only to then become SCARED and walk away from the single greatest thing to ever happen to him. this was how he spent his nights now, frame perched upon the couch, phone on the coffee table infront of him, his sights switching back and forth between that and a picture of himself and his one and only he kept in a frame, he couldn't find the heart to take it down, it would hurt too much. ( even though looking at it was a constant reminder of what he had lost, and that hurt just as bad ) the place was quiet, so quiet he could have heard a pin drop -- reason why he heard the sudden scuffle of something being pushed underneath his door, head turning towards the wooden barrier in HOPES that lucifer would walk through there, that the man he loved had come back. yet brown orbs quickly noticed the envelope on the floor, causing hunter to suddenly rise up from the couch and walk towards it, reaching down to pick it up and instantly feeling something inside.
his heart was racing, fingers trembling as he opened it to see what looked like a letter inside, but the sound of something falling upon the floor was what caught his attention, instantly looking down before picking it up, breath hitching as the tears now threatened to spill over -- an engagement ring. there was no way that could have been lucifer at the door, right ? why would he have bothered to even offer hunter the time of day after everything that happened ? scrambling to open the letter, there was absolutely no stopping the tears from rolling down his cheeks as he read over every last word, everything from how much lucifer loved him, to how he was going to PROPOSE if hunter hadn't been a complete fool and ran off. how could he have been so stupid ? how could he have allowed his own FEAR, his idiotic and unnecessary fear stop him from being with the one he loved for the rest of his life ? it was supposed to be them forever, he promised him that he'd love him forever and yet, he had ran off. it was without thinking and with a sudden clumsy quickness that hunter opened the door to his apartment and ran, with the letter and the ring still clutched in his grasp, he ran through the hallways of his apartment building, tears causing his vision to blur, but he NEEDED to find him -- he needed to find lucifer and make him S T A Y ; he needed him.
