C18 Them

I am dusting the showcases of the living room of the mansion, absently thinking about Lucifer

What he will be doing, did he realize my absence, did he even care, I don't think so who am I to him so he will care for me after all I am a selfish, self-centered bitch

The cloth which whom I am cleaning the glass table suddenly falls from my hands and I kneeled on my knees tiredly and closed my eyes