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The apartment had been empty when she’d arrived, no sign of when Jackson would return. Not that it mattered. Lilith had been expecting an ice out from him the moment the confession had left his lips. He’d have to be daft to think she wouldn’t look for him in his own home, and that was something she knew he wasn’t. So a wait had been anticipated. However, that didn’t make it any easier. She’d begun writing a letter to him as a distraction, something to help her keep her nerve when the time came to face him. She was so wrapped up in her task, she didn’t even hear it when the door opened.

Lilith: If I wasn't bent on actual revenge I'd just kill him and call it a day

Lilith: Shitty but unavoidable

Lilith sat in silence in the nearly empty theater, tapping away on her phone as she awaited her companion. It was only when she caught the familiar scent that she glanced up, a genuine smile tugging her lips as she laid eyes on the one soul she’d come to care for. “Hey stranger.”