Chapter 6: The lost princess

"That's nice, why have you never said me before?" Lucifer replies.

"Because we are not friends!" I wish I could shout this out now.

"I forgot," Carlen says.

Man, that is a 4th grader excuse he is putting up now. 

"Ahh-" Lucifer ends the conversation. 

"He bought that? Surely not?" I think. 

"Finish your sentence," I say out of curiosity.

"I do not think I can now," he replies. 

"Why?" I ask. I know it's going to be Lucifer's interaction.

"My friends do not want me to," he whispers. He is sitting close to me now, no one can hear what we are discussing.

"It's alright but we are not friends," I say.

"To you, I am not your friend, but to Lucifer and in some time my group you are my friend," he replies. 

"You let that happen! I want to get rid of you, and you are making it harder," I almost shout. I meet in eyes, and I think I have known darkness by that time. 

I feel a sense of guilt. He just let his guard down and wanted to share something with me. One of his friends stopped it. It must have been hard for whatever he was searching for.

Observing the way on how nonchalant he is, it is sure that he does not ask for help. He is desperate to find this someone. And he just used that as an excuse obviously. 

I do not know why I feel that way. But right now when I meet his eyes, I see suffering and pain. If I have ever forgotten what sadness looks like, I have recalled every bit of it. 

"Sorry," I say. He has used "friends" as a way to end the conversation with Lucifer as fast as possible. That is all there to it. 

His eyes soften, it seems he has never seen someone apologise before. 

"What are you looking at?" I say.

"It is getting interesting - friend without a surname -" He replies. 

He does not say it mockingly but rather it seems like he is connecting the dots to his pattern. 

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"If you are comfortable, tell me what do you know about your birth parents?" He asks softly. He understands the sensitivity of the conversation. 

"Nothing, I do not have any memory, but I do get some dreams or nightmares time-to-time. I am adopted, and my adoptive parents do not let that conversation happen in the house," I reply honestly. I do not think I have ever told anyone about my dreams or nightmares. Not even Chelsea. 

If you ask me the reason for my sudden comfort, I will fail to answer. If I can rationalize the reason, I can say that it is the first time someone has ever shown interest in my birth parents. My adoptive parents have always hidden that matter as if it never happened. I just went with the flow, and no one ever asked me about my real parents. 

"What kind of dreams?" He asks.

"It varies from a burning palace to a heavenly land," I say.

"That is a coincidence," he replies.

"Tell me, my lady, what do you think about royals?" He asks, looking directly at me with the most selfless and sincere face ever.

"My lady?" That is the first question I ask, it does not seem of this date. 

"So you found our lost princess?" Elara interrupts. 

I am sure no one can hear our conversation. Unless… our conversation is recorded the whole time… 

I wish that day I skipped classes.