Who: Shiloh Kingston and Michael Abrams What: Confrontations that end... badly. Where: Shiloh's place in Nashville When: Wednesday night, March 9th, 2011. Warnings: Lucifer's coming out to play, y'all.
Shiloh was a little lost. Had been for awhile now, but it had taken her this long to finally admit it to herself. Maybe Michelle was right. Well, of course Michelle was right. It was hard to be wrong about the devil. But Shiloh could have sworn, could have sworn that things were different now. That somehow she'd managed to change Michael, keep him human. Maybe even give him a reason to stay human. She really thought that... well, sometimes he acted like he loved her. She saw it in his eyes. How could someone fake that? How could Lucifer fake that?
Sighing, Shiloh turned off the TV and rubbed her eyes sleepily. She was exhausted. Not just from work, but from everything. Fighting with Michelle, trying to pretend that her boyfriend wasn't literally the devil... it was draining, physically and emotionally. But she was a tough cookie. Still optimistic, in spite of everything. If she couldn't go to bed tonight and hope that things wouldn't be better in the morning, then there was no point in going to bed at all. Reaching for the lamp, she smiled to herself. Yes. Things would be better in the morning. Why wouldn't they be?