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fury.
“I need to leave,” she explained without glancing his way. “And whatever you’ve done to this apartment, it won’t let me.”
“Where do you need to go that’s important enough for this?” The fact that he didn’t deny being the reason she couldn’t leave wasn’t lost on Bailey. In her heart, she’d always known it was true. What she hadn’t expected was the pain slicing across her heart. She hadn’t believed there was any damage left for him to do. It seemed she’d been wrong. Unfortunately, it also appeared he wasn’t finished. “There’s nothing as important as what’s inside this room. You and me. We need to fix that shit because this is eternity. I want to spend it with you.”
Bailey’s gut twisted and her temper snapped. She spun. “I don’t even know you, Lucien. Not really. For all I know, that’s not even your name. All you’ve done is lie and drive me crazy with your disappearing act. Jesus, you don’t get it. I don’t know why I bother.”
Faced with her rage, Lucien remained damnably calm. “My name is Lucien, but I don’t have a last name. I’ve existed longer than the concept. Disappearing from your life was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Every fucking time, it was like having my guts ripped out. But I have my place, just like everyone does.”
Bailey threw her arms up in disgust. She was so damn tired of having more questions than answers. “Goddamn, Lucien. I don’t even know where to start pointing out the information missing from your explanation. Not to mention how way too late it is. You should’ve said a lot of things a long time ago.”
Lucien snorted and settled onto the couch as if Bailey smearing blood on her walls while they chatted was an everyday occurrence. “I am a psychopomp. It’s my job to escort the dead to the underworld. The night we met, you were meant to die in that drive-by. I can’t explain why I couldn’t let it happen. I really can’t. All I know is that I love you, and I’ve tried telling you this before, but you won’t listen. Anger has made you deaf.”
“You should’ve let me die that night. You really should have because you’re the one who doesn’t fucking get it. I could talk until my tongue falls off, and you still wouldn’t comprehend what you’ve done. You weren’t real. I needed you to be real.”
Lucien’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m real.”
Bailey waved her arms wildly, grasping for a way to make him understand. “Everyone thought…” A hot rush of tears filled Bailey’s eyes and clogged her throat. She blinked them back, incapable of standing this a second longer. In one swift motion, Lucien reached for her. Bailey jumped backward out of his reach, barely stopping herself from smacking his hands away. “I’ve tried making you see things from my point of view, but I can’t, and I’m tired of trying. You think I don’t get it. I do. Life is short. Death is forever. I get that. None of that changes anything. It doesn’t impact how you don’t get what you did to me.” Bailey shook her head. She was talking in circles. It was useless. Her hands fell to her sides, brushing a lump in her pocket and reminding her of Sol’s gift.
Heading for the door, she pulled the bag of herbs from her pocket as she went. If Lucien wouldn’t leave, she would. With one foot in the hall, Bailey glanced over her shoulder, taking one final look at the man who’d meant so much to her. He appeared every bit as frustrated as Bailey felt. This was for the best. It didn’t matter if they loved one another if they couldn’t understand each other. Without giving Lucien time to guess at her intentions, Bailey bent and dumped the contents of the bag across the threshold.
Lucien’s expression transformed as the scent of sage and rose oil filled the air. “What have you done?” The anger and disbelief in Lucien’s tone told Bailey he knew exactly what she’d done.
“I need to leave,” she explained without glancing his way. “And whatever you’ve done to this apartment, it won’t let me.”
“Where do you need to go that’s important enough for this?” The fact that he didn’t deny being the reason she couldn’t leave wasn’t lost on Bailey. In her heart, she’d always known it was true. What she hadn’t expected was the pain slicing across her heart. She hadn’t believed there was any damage left for him to do. It seemed she’d been wrong. Unfortunately, it also appeared he wasn’t finished. “There’s nothing as important as what’s inside this room. You and me. We need to fix that shit because this is eternity. I want to spend it with you.”
Bailey’s gut twisted and her temper snapped. She spun. “I don’t even know you, Lucien. Not really. For all I know, that’s not even your name. All you’ve done is lie and drive me crazy with your disappearing act. Jesus, you don’t get it. I don’t know why I bother.”
Faced with her rage, Lucien remained damnably calm. “My name is Lucien, but I don’t have a last name. I’ve existed longer than the concept. Disappearing from your life was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Every fucking time, it was like having my guts ripped out. But I have my place, just like everyone does.”
Bailey threw her arms up in disgust. She was so damn tired of having more questions than answers. “Goddamn, Lucien. I don’t even know where to start pointing out the information missing from your explanation. Not to mention how way too late it is. You should’ve said a lot of things a long time ago.”
Lucien snorted and settled onto the couch as if Bailey smearing blood on her walls while they chatted was an everyday occurrence. “I am a psychopomp. It’s my job to escort the dead to the underworld. The night we met, you were meant to die in that drive-by. I can’t explain why I couldn’t let it happen. I really can’t. All I know is that I love you, and I’ve tried telling you this before, but you won’t listen. Anger has made you deaf.”
“You should’ve let me die that night. You really should have because you’re the one who doesn’t fucking get it. I could talk until my tongue falls off, and you still wouldn’t comprehend what you’ve done. You weren’t real. I needed you to be real.”
Lucien’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m real.”
Bailey waved her arms wildly, grasping for a way to make him understand. “Everyone thought…” A hot rush of tears filled Bailey’s eyes and clogged her throat. She blinked them back, incapable of standing this a second longer. In one swift motion, Lucien reached for her. Bailey jumped backward out of his reach, barely stopping herself from smacking his hands away. “I’ve tried making you see things from my point of view, but I can’t, and I’m tired of trying. You think I don’t get it. I do. Life is short. Death is forever. I get that. None of that changes anything. It doesn’t impact how you don’t get what you did to me.” Bailey shook her head. She was talking in circles. It was useless. Her hands fell to her sides, brushing a lump in her pocket and reminding her of Sol’s gift.
Heading for the door, she pulled the bag of herbs from her pocket as she went. If Lucien wouldn’t leave, she would. With one foot in the hall, Bailey glanced over her shoulder, taking one final look at the man who’d meant so much to her. He appeared every bit as frustrated as Bailey felt. This was for the best. It didn’t matter if they loved one another if they couldn’t understand each other. Without giving Lucien time to guess at her intentions, Bailey bent and dumped the contents of the bag across the threshold.
Lucien’s expression transformed as the scent of sage and rose oil filled the air. “What have you done?” The anger and disbelief in Lucien’s tone told Bailey he knew exactly what she’d done.
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