The Pieces that Tremble
Madeline
The silence that followed their departure was deafening. It pressed in on me from all sides, filling in through the cracks in the room like a fog seeping into broken windows. The door hadn’t just closed—it had sealed like the room had been severed from time and left suspended in the breath between a confession and its consequence.
I hadn’t moved.
Couldn’t.
I honestly felt like I might just collapse right here on the stone floor. The space Lucien had occupied was still warm. Still echoing with that impossible truth that he had revealed.
Lucien.
Was Lucifer.
The thought didn’t land softly. It detonated like a truth too large to hold in my chest.
The words didn’t feel real. Not yet. They just hung there in the room like smoke, sharp, clinging to ever
