Michael's PoV

It's been two days and I still can't believe it. Lucifer, three days in our relationship, broke up because he didn't want to lose his reputation. What a douche.

At school, I've been completely avoiding him, even trading places so I didn't have to sit by him. It hurt a lot, but I had to do it, he broke us for Chuck's sake! Sometimes I'd catch him glancing at me like he didn't understand why I was doing this, but other times he just looked plain sad.

One day, two week after, he came to me like he wanted to tell me something, but I ignored him. When he insisted, following me, I snapped at him, and it clearly hurt him, but I didn't care. It was his time to suffer.

And all the while, there was an ache above my heart, my tattoo burning as a constant reminder of what happened.

I ate less, couldn't sleep. I even started to skip some classes, just for the sake of not meeting him. My phone constantly went off, I didn't look because I knew it was Lucifer. I could tell Sam was concerned but I didn't care. To be honest, I didn't care about anything, except maybe my grades. And still there was a burning ache above my heart and a silver ring on my neck, reminding me of him no natter how hard I tried to keep out.

Lucifer's PoV

Michael had been avoiding me three weeks when I broke. I knew what I did was stupid, but it was done and I could never get it back. I realized it just when he stormed out my house, but recently one if the guys in the team, Adam, had been dating another guy and no one was bothered by it.

But how could I get Michael to talk to me again? He was avoiding me constantly, didn't even look at me. But then I had an idea. If he didn't look at he, I just had to make sure he could get my message without looking.

Michael's PoV

When I opened my locker that day, there was a note there, and a white rose above it. Curious, I opened the note and it was from Lucifer. I wanted to crumble it, to trow it away, but instead I read it.

Dear Michael, please don't hate me, even if it seems impossible. Not three seconds after you closed the door, I realized I had make the biggest mistake of my life. What kind of douche ditches his soulmate? I'm sorry Michael, please come back.
I love you,

Lucifer

I wanted to believe it so hard! Instead of trowing the note and the rose away, I kept them in my bag to bring them home. I wanted Lucifer back, I just needed to know this wasn't some stupid joke.

The notes kept on flowing. One per day, always a white rose with it. They didn't differ much, it was mainly him saying how sorry he was, begging for my forgiveness and telling me he still loved me. They had a bigger effect on me than I thought. I started to eat again slept better and stopped ditching classes, even if I still ignored him.

I was pretty sure he saw me read the letters, smell the roses, put them in my bag. I had 15 now, and I decided to finally go see all his texts I didn't read.

There was more than a hundred, telling basically the same thing as his letters and asking if I could ever get back with him.

Hesitantly, I compose a number and wait for them to pick up.

"Michael?"

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Cliffhanger!!!!

Right, sorry in advance if I don't publish frequently anymore, but I'll try my best. Next will probably a Sabriel chapitre, because Sabriel, and also I love cliffhangers like this.