48. i bless the rain down in africa

                                    

                                          

◖𓈈﹗﹙chapter forty-eight﹚
❛ ▬▬ i bless the rain down in africa . . . ❜

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

Lilith found it fascinating how the dichotomy of light and darkness had changed over time. As she grew older, the darkness felt closer to her reality than light ever had, much like overcoming childhood fears, leaving behind the memory of a pink room and a heart-shaped lamp. She was beginning to become a nocturnal person who adored the secrecy of the night and the only shelter of the stars with their faint luminosity. She would be terrified of the stars if they were close, but in the distance, they were closer to her adoration, for the spotlight showed its claws and donned a spiked armor. Darkness no longer scared her. Light was her monster.
Hearing the chirping of birds clouded the good mood she had gained at midnight. She used to stay in her boyfriend's arms, experiencing the vibrations created by the heart of someone she loved more with each word of love he spoke. Dorian was so good at business that he convinced her to listen to the best love song, one that would be played at weddings and break records at Christmas. A ballad from the nineties, the brightest diamond in his crown. Bella had said:
"He stayed with you through your worst moment, he loves you more than you'll ever be able to, you shouldn't let him go. Keep him close, it's a safe love."
Bella had never had a partner, but she was very good at creating a toxic atmosphere of happiness. It didn't matter if it was real or fake, it didn't matter how long the bubble lasted as long as it transported her to a world where her problems disappeared. That's why hallucinogens were Lilith's favorites. She would enter a bubble where she could express herself without remorse, in a fullness only achievable in darkness and solitude. Her mind and herself. There, she got to know the dark side of the moon. Consciousness manifested at 3 a.m., when Dean Winchester was deep in sleep, and if he made the slightest movement, it wouldn't wake the ever-alert hunter. She knew Dean's body language as well as her own to recognize that hands on top of the pillow and not on the gun beneath it meant the best rest he would get. It was her chance to call Bella.
Lilith left the motel room with a cigarette between her fingers and a special formula of hallucinogen derived from her knowledge of witchcraft. The cold shook her body. She realized she was only wearing Dean's shirt and some dirty underwear. She wiggled her toes on the pavement, laughed nonsensically, and set off on a random path. The sound of a motorcycle faded away with the loud breeze of the trees; some leaves detached and the street trash flew, she heard a glass bottle roll and shatter.
"Hello!" Bella greeted her, joining the adventure. She had grown up, although she looked like the girl Lilith had sent off at seventeen. "Did you escape like a slut?" she let out a few giggles, and they both laughed, as if they were gossiping in their room.
"Bella!" Lilith squealed, covering her mouth in shock; she never used bad words. "I... Listen, I don't..." They both laughed, indeed, it was as it seemed. "How much should I charge?"