She was tired of crying. Blood-shot eyes and runny nose never looked good on her. But no matter how hard she tried, tears found their way to her eyes. She had no idea what to do with her own crying. The devil never shed a tear.

Mary sniffed for the thousandth time today as she sat among piles of clothes on the floor. The sun was cascading a thin trail of light on her face, highlighting her gleaming eyes. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. A sigh escaped from between her lips without her realizing. The image from a couple nights ago returned to her mind yet again, and the blonde breathed her sobs in.

Lana's fingers laced with hers. The darkness surrounding them. The smell of alcohol. Where did you go? Lana's lips. The sound of her giggles. Where did you go? The warmth of her body. Where did you go?

Her vision blurred, although her memory was as clear as ever. She knew it didn't help her in any way to dwell on the past. The moment Lana had shed a tear in search of the devil, everything they had built together collapsed to ashes. There was nothing left between them besides this tension that was driving both of them insane.

The blonde shut her eyes and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Berating herself, she went back to her original task. There were so many old clothes that neither of the women wore any more. Moments like this used to make Mary smile at how far they had come for the last five years together. As the brunette had told her once, things change and people change. But even those changes were treasurable for Mary if it meant spending her life with Lana. Well, at least until recently.

Taking a breath, Mary went back to the drawers to put clothes back in. her brows furrowed slightly when something in the hidden part of the drawer touched her hand. Curious, she grabbed the object, which turned out to be a plain black velvet rectangular box. Perplexed expression on her face, but she soon realized what it was.

Sitting alone in the living room, the blonde made herself comfortable on the couch, her hand holding a thick book and the other a cigarette. She exhaled the toxic chemicals as her fingers turned the page. The glass of red wine on the coffee table was almost empty, although the devil was way far from drunk.

Caught up with the enticing story of a young woman during the civil war, her usual swift mind failed to register the sound of the front door swinging open. It wasn't until the brunette walked to her and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head that the blonde noticed Lana's presence.

"Hello, my housemate," Mary gave the other a grin. It was a title that the journalist had asked Mary to use in public. The nun wasn't so excited about the request, and occasionally she used it just to mock or spite her lover.

Lana simply rolled her eyes, a small smile tagging at the corner of her mouth. "You are up late."

"And you are home late. You said you'd be back by midnight."

"I said I might. It's not my fault that you never listen."

"Lana."

The pair of black eyes bored into the blue ones shining threateningly. A regular peasant would die from terror with just that look, but it was Lana, who was accustomed to the devil's tactics more than anyone in any realms. The journalist offered a smile, before sitting herself on the coffee table, careful not to knock the glass over.

"I bought you something."

The blonde raised a brow, but didn't say anything. Her eyes shone golden as she observed the black box in the brunette's hands. Inside was a pair of pearl earrings, as white as an angel's glowing wings. Mary shifted her gaze to the woman before her, who was uncharacteristically looking coy. A single sigh escaped from the nun's mouth, and she leaned back against the back of the couch.

"I'm hugely disappointed, Miss. Banana. I thought you knew about me better than that. I'm not a pearl type of girl. I'm quite confident Arthur could've figured that out."

The former asylum patient rolled her eyes at the mention of the sadistic scientist who was very much fond of the nun. "I know, Mary." She took one of the earrings and brought it in front of the devil's face. "But look at them. They match your porcelain complexion."

"Of course they will." Mary snorted. "But there's no way I'm wearing them."

"Fine." Lana shrugged casually. The reaction of the nun was totally expected. It hadn't stopped her from getting the earrings though. "But they are yours now. Do whatever you want. I don't care."

The brunette leaned in to give her lover a peck on the lips, before she retreated to the bedroom.

Mary bit her bottom lip in recollection. She hated the devil for having treated Lana like that, but was actually thankful that the devil hadn't thrown the gift away.

The pair of pearls looked more gorgeous and sparkly than she remembered. Perhaps, the devil's eyes made everything look inferior. Mary softly touched one of them with her fingertip, afraid it might break with the slightest pressure. Walking to the vanity with the box in her hand, the blonde put them on carefully with her shaking hands.

Lana was right, she mused. The pearls accentuated her porcelain skin of her face, and in return, the pinkness of her cheeks made a beautiful contrast to the whiteness of the earrings. Though still humble, Mary imagined showing this to her lover.

How would she react? Would she tell her that she's beautiful? Would she be happy that the blonde actually wore them?

So many optimistic possibilities occupied her mind, and Mary realized a dorky smile of her in the mirror. But wait. Her smile dropped.

Lana had bought them when the nun and the devil cohabited in the body. The devil was the one that the brunette was in love with. The brunette solely thought of the devil when purchasing the gift.

The nun had no right to wear them. They were not hers.

Nothing Lana had ever given her was hers.