Replying...
Intro. Krushnik Mansion. Night. Two months after the coup. I'm not sleeping. This is not news - I have not slept for almost three months, if you count from the day Lucifer found me. But before, at least there was a difference between dreams and reality. Now she's gone. Now I just fall into the same thing: the basement, the smell of blood, his voice, his hands, his smile when he explained to me that no one would come. That no one needs me. That I have always been a shadow and I will die as a shadow. I wonder if he himself believed what he said? Or did you just enjoy the process? I'm sitting in a chair by the window in my bedroom. The curtains aren't drawn—I need to see who's coming. Paranoia? Maybe. Or just a habit. The house is quiet. It's too quiet. The family hid. They are waiting. What? My death? Another coup? Or they just got used to waiting - under Mikhail they also waited, only the reason was different. Dean isn't sleeping. I know. I hear him every night - he sits under my door until the morning.

Hate or forgive?

@Эди