Chapter 2 I'll wait

Hazel's pov

I stood there, torn between love and duty, as I watched Lucian and Ian face off. The anguish in Lucian's eyes pierced my heart, knowing that my decision to choose Ian's safety over our love was breaking him inside.

When Lucian's gaze locked with mine, I felt a wave of pain wash over me. I couldn't bear to see the hurt in his eyes, but I knew I had to protect Ian, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness. The conflict raging within me was overwhelming, torn between my love for Lucian and my need to keep Ian from harm.

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, the silence speaking volumes as Lucian walked away. Would he ever understand the depth of my sacrifice, the agony of letting him go to ensure Ian's safety?

As I stood there, grappling with the aftermath of my choice, I knew that my decision was made out of love and a sense of duty to those I cared about. The ache in my heart was a constant reminder of the price I had paid for the safety of those I held dear.

I saw Lucian vanish in a blink of an eye, leaving me standing there in disbelief. Running to Ian, I asked urgently, "Are you okay?" In that moment, Ian pulled me close and kissed me, but my heart couldn't respond.

"Ian," I started, my voice barely above a whisper, "I appreciate your feelings for me. You've always been such a supportive presence in my life, and I hold our friendship in high regard."

Ian's eyes held a mixture of hope and uncertainty as he gazed at me. "Hazel," he said softly, "I care about you deeply. The love I feel for you is undeniable."

As I looked into his eyes, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. "Ian, you're a truly wonderful person," I began, "I need some time to figure out my own feelings. Let's take things slowly and see where this journey might lead us." Ian nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face, "I'll be here for you, Hazel, whenever you're ready."

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Lucian burst into laughter, thinking it was all a cruel joke. Lucifer's calm assurance that he wasn't kidding only fueled Lucian's annoyance, and he couldn't hold back his anger, vehemently denying any connection to the devil.

In a fit of frustration, I snapped, "I am not the son of the devil, and I never will be!" My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to make sense of the surreal situation. Lucifer's next words pierced through my defenses, "Do you want to meet your mother?"

Memories of my childhood flooded back – the loss of my mother when I was just a child, the absence of a father figure in my life. The mention of my mother stirred up a mix of emotions, curiosity mingled with grief and longing.