@RetroMar96 Cause her first comment on Ch.12 made me feel like updating earlier than usual :3 (it is  shorter than usual though)

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"Did you wake up early?" Sam's voice sounded laced with sleep behind you. You had stood there the whole night, clearing your mind and just enjoying the scenery, "Nah, not that long" you said moving from behind the curtain back to the bed. Sam smiled and got up and changed into her casual clothes. "What do you want for breakfast?" she questioned. "You can decide, I'm good with anything" you stated while moving to the bathroom. Sam arched a brow looking at you, "even uncomfortable changing in the same room with me?" she asked.

Doubt, despicable

You could see wheels spinning behind her eyes. If you said the truth which meant a yes, she would be offended, if you lied with a no, she would wait until you changed. Either way, bad choices, so going with the third option. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I sweat a lot when I have nightmares" you said with half of a smile. It was a low blow, and you knew it all too well, using someone's guilt in following your pacing.

"Yeah no problem, you know how it works right? Some people have different models" she said with a gentle smile. "Yeah, thanks" you said before disappearing into the bathroom. A sigh of relieve left your lips. Footsteps outside passed and went off the stairs to the kitchen. With the comfort of being alone you changed and took a quick shower to at least make your excuse legit. After that you joined Sam downstairs for a breakfast of toast and different kinds of spreads.

Sam told you about the coming new movies in the cinema and the plans of going with all of us whenever school and the ghost plagues allows us to. When breakfast was finished you gathered your stuff in your duffle and said goodbye to Sam with a thanks for the stay.

Walking home never felt so good, it was really uncomfortable there.

She is typical, despicable hu- 'she is a friend' you kept repeating that thought. Normally you wouldn't have to do that with real friends right?

Real friends don't have secrets

You stopped in your tracks, people avoiding a collision with you muttering curses under their breath. With a sharp turn you moved through the maze of alleys and finally ended up at the park. A sigh left your lips while dropping down on a small bench at the lake. Your eyes lazily watched the ducks. 'I can't tell them my secret. Either they hate me or they will be in danger or they rat me out'

True possibilities

You stayed a long time. The park was comforting, no one approaching you, yet you were not alone or closed off within walls. When the sun was approaching sundown you decided to go back home, starting diner. Luciel arrived quite late, around 9 pm. "Welcome back" you smiled and got up to heat the food you prepared beforehand. "I am back" he responded and floated over to you. "It smells great" he announced. You hummed in response as you took a seat at the table, waiting for the food to heat up.

Luciel looked you up and down and frowned, "something is up. What's up?" he questioned standing beside you. "That took a while" you said looking tiredly up at him. He watched you in silence, waiting for you to explain. After a long pause, considering how and what to say, you broke eye contact and stared at the wall. "The voice is back" you stated. "That isn't that bad right?" Luciel questioned, "it always gave good judgement and rational advice. Even if it was too rational sometimes" he said looking less worried. "It is doubting my friend". "The ghost kid?" you shook your head, "the goth girl, Sam" you said making eye contact with your brother who didn't seem to understand the bad thing in the situation. "So you are doubting your so called friend. What is wrong with that?" he questioned. "It is doubting her, not m-" "IT is you (y/n), you should know better than denying it" he looked stern down on you.

Another silence filled the air, only to be broken by the alarm of the food, signalling that it was done. You got up and served the lasagne before eating. Half way into the meal you put your fork down. "Fine, you are right. I don't trust her" you stated. Luciel looked up, his eyes glinting with joy over the delicious lasagne, "and now? What will you do? Kill her?" he questioned. This time it was your turn to frown, "heck no, I'll do nothing and see where it takes me. As long as she doesn't know my past or what I am I should be safe" you huffed and continued eating. Luciel gave a curt nod before returning his attention to the lasagne.

It was refreshing seeing him living up from food. Over the past few months slight changes in his behaviour were noticeable. Not major ones, just small things, like how he smiled more often, how he enjoyed the food you made and how he acted more like a person. The changes were comforting, because you noticed changes in yourself as well. But at the same time it was frightening.