Holidays (and a first attempt at epistolary)
Dear Mr. Morningstar,
You are cordially invited to the Decker Holiday Party on December 31st, 2018. The event will begin at 6pm and is expected to run until 2019, with food and drinks provided. Please RSVP at your earliest convenience.
Best Wishes,
Chloe Decker
P.S. Please?
Dear Lucifer,
I sent you a letter last week, but I don't know if it made it to you. I'm hosting a holiday get-together for the crew and was hoping you would join. It starts at 6pm. Dan, Ella, and Linda are going to be there, and we'd love it if you came, too. I know things have been rocky between us since Pierce, and that's mostly my fault for pushing you away, but I want to fix it.
Merry Christmas,
Chloe
Dear Lucifer,
Please don't be that hard on yourself. You're not a monster, and you're not evil. I'm not scared of you; I was frightened by what it meant. Everything I didn't believe turned out to be real, and I needed to deal with that.
You don't scare me, Lucifer—you're my partner, and nothing will change that. Please don't beat yourself up. I just needed space to come to terms with everything being real, and I'm sorry that I pushed you away for that. I just needed some time. I've had time, and I've had space, and I want you back in my life.
I know you declined, but reconsider. I want you here.
Please?
Chloe
Lucifer,
That is something you should have told me sooner, but me being a miracle doesn't mean that your father is manipulating me. I am my own person, and no one is forcing me to do anything. No one is forcing you to do anything either, understand? I have my own emotions, and my own feelings, and they are mine. They are not planted, or fake, or anything like that; yours, too. And also, YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER. I have my choices, and I've made my choice, and I want you here. With me. So it's your choice, now, and maybe I'm selfish because I know what I want and I hope that you choose it.
Come on, Lucifer, and get your head out of your ass,
Chloe
Lucifer,
Fine. Look, I'm not going to deny that today didn't go great. But we still caught the guy, and we still helped that family, and so maybe I had a little existential crisis again, but I wasn't scared of you, Lucifer. I wasn't scared of you. I'm not scared of you. I'm still trying to come to terms with what your existence means, but to do that, I need you with me. Ask Linda.
Maybe I didn't seem it today, but I was happy to see you. I've missed our banter, and your jokes, and everything we had between us. I know that we cannot return to where we were before, and I don't want to; I want to continue forward. With you. You're my friend, and I desire us back.
I know you're beating yourself up again, so I'll reiterate: you are not a monster. You are a good man who was given a shitty hand. You are not evil. You are my friend, and I don't think that any universal changes can shake my faith in us.
I want to see you at the party next week,
Chloe
P.S. STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP!
Lucifer,
Come on. Last chance. Take it. Please. Please, please, please. Be there tomorrow. Be there with me, and Trixie, and Maze, and Dan, and Ella, and Linda. Please. You're basically family. 6pm, my place. Please.
I miss you
Dear Mr. Morningstar,
Thank you for attending the Decker Holiday Party. I was glad to celebrate the coming of the new year with you, and both Trixie and I wish you all the best in 2019.
Best wishes,
Chloe Decker
P.S. Dan has Trixie tomorrow—come over?
P.P.S We're not having sex.
P.P.P.S Bring coffee.