She knew what he was talking about. After all, hadn’t she chosen to walk from her family and normal friends to stop them from getting hurt? She seldom looked for normal people to befriend now because they wouldn’t able to handle her lifestyle. Sometimes, Elaine felt part of her life never left her and without that small shred; her body would fade in the inescapable mystery of the power Michael had bestowed to her.
Lucifer would laugh if he knew she kept those nostalgic ideas.
“Lessons are important to remember,” Elaine agreed; her legs and feet swung back and forth on the edge of the building. “But to pine over the past and regret isn’t helping anybody. You can’t spend all your life crying for yourself. Self-pity isn’t true sadness, but an exercise of your ego. You can’t feel good unless you don’t feel sorry for yourself, you know what I mean?”
She frowned a little. Elaine didn’t want to be like that.
“That’s the sort of person who, after one tragedy or two, would think the world is unfair and would never be able to move on and grow because they will find reasons to make everyone their enemy. We need to find out the means to let go. That’s… another lesson.” She paused and smiled once more. “I think this chat became serious so suddenly, sorry,” she whispered sheepishly. She hadn’t meant to be carried away like this.