Lucifer❤(Off The Table)

                                    

                                          
"I couldn't give you my all, but I will
If you let me in your arms
If you let me in your heart
I don't think that love's completely off the table"
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~Reader's boyfriend died a year ago and is going through a rough time, lucifer and reader are good friends yet lucifer has romantic feelings for the reader and promises to wait until the reader is ready for a relationship~
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Darkness surrounds me, though it's not a feeling that is foreign, living in a world that is constantly surrounded and drowning those in it with its darkness. Yet the world begins to grow colder and more lonely as the days continue. The dim phone screen lights up the darkroom just barely. 
                          
A frown presses to my lips, my eyes scan over the screen, a deep sigh escapes my lips. My back is pressed up against the wall in the corner of the room the coldness seeps under the door and into the room making it colder than it should be. I don't even realize the tears falling from my eyes until a tear falls on the screen of the phone making me quickly wipe them away but it becomes hard as they continuously pour out. The room falls into complete darkness as the screen turns off, I press my knees close to my chest and rest my head on them, a few almost quiet sobs leaving my lips. 
                          
It had been a year, a year since he left, and over that time I could only blame myself for his passing since he had stopped talking to me a few days before, and yet I didn't do anything, deep down I couldn't help but think it was my fault he passed. A couple of days after the funeral I ended up here, with the brothers, they helped the pain numb a bit enough to where I could be around others without breaking down, but over the months I found myself feeling a place of loneliness, something that can't be helped really. 
                          
A soft knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up to see the shadow of shoes on the other side of the door as the hall light shines under the door just barely penetrating the darkness set in the room. I push myself up trying to dry my face off the best I could before opening the door barely peeking out, there he stands a frown on his lips as he looks down at me. 
                          
"I came here because I was worried, it seems I had a right to be." his voice is soft likely trying not to get the attention of his younger brothers, his gloved hand pressed against the door opening it slowly. Pushing me lightly out of the way, he sneaks in closing the door behind him leaving us both in the darkness. 
                          
"I'm fine, really" I mutter, I couldn't see anything but I felt him place his hand on my shoulder making me jump in place. His gloved fingers trace patterns on the skin of my cheeks making me look into his glowing eyes, something I could even see in the darkness
                          
"Your tears say otherwise, what's wrong?" his voice is stern in a soft manner making my heart race, I look down at the ground or our feet I'm not sure. One of his hands leaves my face and then the lights turn on, my eyes are quick to adjust soon my eyes meet his, his eyes are flooded with worry and confusion. My chest tightens trying to pull away from him 
                          
"It's not something I've told anyone really, I don't want you to think of me differently" I mutter softly avoiding any contact with him as his hands now rest at his sides and I find myself sitting down on the bed. 
                          
"Nothing you can say will make me think of you any less or differently" he states making me look up at him with watery eyes 
                          
"It's been a year since my ex died, he and I were still dating before it all happened, and even though it's been that long I still feel it's my fault" my voice cracked I still could bring myself to look up, a soft hum fills the empty air, a hand rests on my shoulder and my body is slightly pushed into the warmth of another. It's somewhat comforting, leaning close to him out of instinct. Something I could get used to. "I should've been better" my hands rest over my eyes as tears pour past them and onto my lap. 
                          
"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have felt the need to keep this from me, or any of us" he mutters his chin resting on the top of my head, my face rests on his chest as he pulls me even closer, soon his gloved hand runs through my hair. "But" soon his hand rests on my cheek as he lightly turns my head to as our eyes lock again. "I would never want you to feel such again. You can tell me anything" his voice is still soft "you are broken now" 
                          
I feel his soft breath his my face as he speaks just barely above a whisper 
                          
"I love you, so I'll wait until you are ready, and if you aren't in this lifetime. I'll wait for you then, I promise" 
                          
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Really out of character, I apologize and there might be a few mistakes. But nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading :>