Chapter 66 - Living Corpse!

**Ten hours later,**

**Lucifer's POV:**

"Fuckkkkk!"

My head was paining like a motherfucker.

I opened my eyes and found myself on the bed.

Last thing I could remember that I was drinking vodka on the floor.

Who the fuck brought me on the bed?

Who dared to touch me without my consent?

The fucker was going to die.

"Are you awake? Or would you like to drink some more?"

I heard my preciosa, she was sitting beside me and taunting me shaking an empty vodka bottle.

I was imagining her again. I shook my head to brush off the drunken haze. I needed to piss too. I groaned, I must have drunk like a dead last night.

"Why aren’t you talking to me?" I heard my preciosa again. I was imagining her everywhere, every time.

"It's ME! I AM FUCKING REAL! SITTING HERE DAMNIT!" Suddenly, she screamed pushing me on the chest.

I jumped on my position, my eyes widened. My preciosa yelled at me, she pushed me hard.

I blinked repeatedly and then touched her hand. She glared at me but still let me hold her.

"You are fucking real." I beamed touching her.

"Yes, I am. And you have a hangover!" She bursted. I couldn’t express how happy I was feeling right now. I was feeling like hugging her, lock her inside my heart and never let go of her.

A huge smile spread on my lips.

My arms were itching to cage her body. But I couldn’t do it. Not when I was a bloody incompetent lover who failed to protect her. And later, I broke her heart when she was so sick.

She didn’t deserve those pain, her beautiful eyes weren’t supposed to shed those tears, she didn’t deserve this heartbreak.

Still, she had to go through these.

And today, I went to bring her back but at last I let her go. Why bringing her back when my company would bring only misery, anguish and tears for her?

Today it was over between us. I remembered what were talked today.

"Preciosa? Why are you here?" I asked her.

"Can't I come here?" She asked back. Of course, she could come here but it was strange for her to come back. She was so hurt, angry.

She raised a brow at me and questioned, "Why? Are you somehow disappointed watching me here? Were you expecting for someone else? Did you make appointment with another woman for tonight? Have you started to fuck other women already?"

What the fuck! What nonsense was she sprouting?

"Do I seem to be in a condition to fuck any girl now?" I retorted at her ridiculous question.

"Good to know. Now get fresh and I want to talk to you. You smell like vodka." She ordered.

She was being so bossy. But I didn’t mind, rather I liked it. Without wasting time, I went to the bathroom. I pissed, then brushed my teeth and got freshened up.

When I went to the bed, she handed me a glass of water and a tablet. I gulped the tablet down with the water.

She was staring at me a frown.

"What did you want to say?" I queried.

"Are you feeling alright now?" She questioned instead of answering. I nodded.

She got up and retuned with her bag. Then gave me a paper.

"What do you have to say about this?" She inquired. I unfolded the paper and my eyes widened.

It was the letter which Devin sent me as threat.

"Where did you get it from?"

"Melissa came to see me today. She gave me this."

I showed this letter to Melissa, so she could understand that Camelia was infected with a new virus, and she needed the treatment quickly.

But she took it and even showed it to Camelia. She tried to stop Camelia from leaving me.

"I want to know what you have to say about this." She pressed.

"I have nothing to say, Camelia." I responded.

"Oh, so I am Camelia now?" She taunted.

"You told me not to call you preciosa." I reminded her.

"Just because I said not to call me 'preciosa', it doesn’t mean that you have to listen." She argued.

I couldn’t help getting amused and staring at her.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Now tell me what do you fucking have to say?" She inquired again.

"I have nothing to say." I replied.

"Really? You don't have anything to say?" She queried. She kept her eyes rooted on me, those blue eyes were clouded by sadness. But my silence gave her the answer she needed.

"Oh, I think that I have come to a wrong place. I came to somewhere, where I am not at all needed. I am sorry for wasting your time." Camelia uttered, the corner of her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Lucifer, I am leaving. But know that I will not be happy. My heart is broken, it’s paining. I am crying. And these are all because of you." Her voice broke this time.

"If you don't want me, I can't force you to want me back. I can't force you to love me. But at least tell me one thing. Why did you go such lengths to find the remedy medicine?

Why did you go to see me every day in the hospital? Why did you kill Devin? You could have given me to him or let me die. It would be good riddance." She stated, her lips were quivering now. A few minutes later, she took a deep breath.

Then she said, "If I go from here and you get to know that I am no more, will you come to see me for the one last time?"

"Fucking shut up!" I growled.

Hearing her speaking about death something flared up inside my heart. Something snapped. Rage overtook me.

I did everything to keep her alive, keep her safe.

And now she was speaking about death? After everything I did for her?

"Don't you dare say about death ever! Whatever I have done, just to keep you safe, keep you alive. And you fucking tell me that you will die? Is everything fucking joke to you? Huh?!" I yelled. Grabbing her shoulder, I shook her body vigorously.

"Joke? Save me? Keeping me alive and safe? Are you even listening yourself Lucifer? Do I look alive to you? You made me a moving corpse. I am dying inside." She burst into sobs.

For a moment, I lost my words.

What could I say after this? She was right.

"If I leave from here, I wouldn’t be able to live long. And I am not kidding Lucifer. My heart will die and eventually I will too. I am not that much strong to get over you and start my life anew. I can't forget the man I love. I am sorry, but I can't forget you." She wailed.

I never thought this way. I only did what I considered to be as necessary. I never considered how my precious birdie would feel. Like she became my everything, I also became her all. I selfishly tried to separate myself from her even without realizing that leaving me would kill her slowly.

"How about a thing, Lucifer? Since I can't forget you and you don't want me anymore, you kill me? This way we both can be happy?" She suggested.

I cupped her face and made her look at me.

"I am dying. I am also dying inside." I admitted.

"Then why are you doing this? This way you are making Devin win. He must be feeling happy watching us separated. Because in the end, he was able to tear me from you. Why!" She cried.

"Because I couldn't keep you safe. All that happened because of me, my incompetence. Had I protected you better, you wouldn’t have to go through this hell. What if someone tries to harm you again?" I stated.

"Don't you say this, Lucifer. No one can protect me better than you. And whatever happened, it was all because of me. If I hadn’t sneaked out of the university without bodyguards, this would never happen. Do you remember it? I was the one to blame, not you. And even after that you found the remedy for me within seven days. Tell me who else would be more capable than you protecting me? Please break the wall of guilt that you have built around yourself. If we get separated, no one would be happy." She explained.

But her eyes were droopy. Following her body released all the weight on me, closing her eyes.

"Camelia!"

"Camelia!" I patted her pale white cheeks.

Shit! She fainted again.

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**Two hours later,**

"Mental stress is harmful for her. I have said this before. Now this happened. Her body is still extremely weak from the after effect of the virus infection." Melissa spoke with a bit of irritation.

She injected a sedative in Camelia's body.

"You told her about everything? Why?" I glared at her.

"I said that to save her life, Lucifer. Just look at her. She loves you, she is miserable without you. Do you think without you, she would be happy? Just breathing is not living. Even if she lived, she would be living like a wooden puppet. Did you want her to be a feelingless doll? And look at yourself. You are also devastated."

"Who are you to decide for her?" I burst.

"I am no one to decide for her, neither you are. She clearly doesn’t want to leave you. Why are you breaking this innocent girl over and over? Loving you wasn’t her crime. Don't punish her. No one can love her more than you. No one."

"King Lucifer, if you think that I overstepped my limits, you can punish me or kill me. But I don't regret telling her everything. At least, I mustered up the courage which you weren’t able to do. Rather, you decided to give up on her." Melissa accused.

"I never gave up on her! I did everything for her! To keep her safe." I asserted.

"Keep her safe by indirectly killing her? Can't you see how she is? Lying on the bed limp. This would be her future without you. Every day she will start her day with tears and cry herself to sleep at night. She would get sick physically and mentally. Is this the definition of your 'keeping her safe, keeping her alive'? Today was just little demo of her future. Do you want her live like this?” With this, Melissa left.

After she left I went to the bed. I never thought that Camelia would be this miserable without me. This was not living. It was worse than death. To save her life, I was going to leave her.

I didn’t even realize that it would kill her. If this was the future, then I would never let her go. If she didn’t stay by side, I would die to. To forget her absence, to brush off the heartache I had to drink myself to oblivion.

She was mine. I would never leave her. Getting her back by my side, my heart was feeling the peace. What Camelia meant for me, no one could understand.

She was my love; she was my passion, obsession and my world. Losing her, I would lose myself.

I would lose my identity.

No one could love her more than me, at the same time no one could love me as she did. How did I get so lucky to find her?

I leaned to her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you. And I will never let you go. I will never leave you. We wouldn’t let go of each other." I promised.

A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door.

I turned to the door and saw it was Margo.

"What's it?" I queried.

"Sir, I am sorry for disturbing. Actually I came here to see if Ma'am is awake. She didn’t have anything since she returned." Margo spoke.

"When did she return home?"

"Sir, she returned home when it was morning. It was about 12 hours ago. Can't you remember it? She came straight to your room."

What the fucking hell? She was here for more than 12 hours and didn’t eat anything? She was already weak, and she still needed a follow a strict diet and take medicines.

"Why didn’t you give her anything? Are you being stupid day by day, Margo?" I rebuked.

"Sir, please forgive me. But I brought food for her thrice. Ma'am said she wasn’t hungry and returned the food." Margo replied.

"Okay. You go and make some light chicken soup for her. Once she wakes up, she will have to eat." I ordered.

Damn it! This was going to happen in the future. If I let her go, if Camelia got separated from me, she would not take care of herself at all. She would torture herself like this. She would get dangerously sick ultimately.

I learned my lesson this time. I was never letting her go out of my sight.

How could I be this stupid to think she would be fine without me? Lucifer and Camelia belonged together.