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Angel Dust POV:
I can still feel it. The pounding of my head when I died. I guess that's just what happens when you overdose. It's not like I didn't know what I was doing. I was fully aware I was going to die, I just didn't expect it to be so painful. I have no clue what I thought death would be if not painful though.
"What're you thinking 'bout?" My thoughts of death are interrupted by husk as he takes the glass I just finished, pouring me another one too.
"Not much. Just... reminiscing about the past, I guess." Technically, that isn't a lie, but I don't think he would care even if he knew the full truth anyway. He's made it pretty clear how many fucks he gives about me. None.
But for some reason, no matter how how much he hates he, I can't seem to get rid of the feelings I have for him. It's so stupid, chasing after something I know I'll never have, so I won't. I'll keep them buried deep down and never let them show, besides the occasional flirt. That shouldn't give me away though since I do it with everyone.
"Whatever you say" he says. I don't think he actually believes me, but oh well.
Either way, I can NOT let Charlie find out about my past. She'd be like "Oh Angel! I'm so sorry! Let's do a group trauma-sharing activity so everyone will know how fucked up your life was."
It's not like she isn't a good person, she just is way too into trauma-dumping. I think it might be a weird kink of hers or something. If that's the case, how Vaggie managed to go this long without her knowing she's an angel?
Anyway, Charlie is definitely a good person. If she wasn't hell born, there's no doubt she'd be in heaven.
Actually, she kind of reminds me of my twin sister, Molly. She's the only one in my family who made it up there. If I had managed to stay out of the family business like her, I wonder where I'd be.
Now that I think about it, how did she stay out of it? It's the mafia. I was going to be married off to join forces with an ally, so what about her?
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she didn't, but how? The whole reason I killed myself was because I didn't want to marry some random lady for my dad's personal gain. Besides I'm gay. Like...
Husk...
Ugh! Why can't I get him out of my head? I've fucked just about every slut in hell, so why am I so hung up on someone I haven't? It's so stupid!
I don't even have a shot with him anyway. Even if he didn't hate my guts, does he even like men? Would I stand any chance in a world where he doesn't want me double-dead?
I finish off my drink and head upstairs to my room, making sure not to get caught in another conversation tonight. I flop into my bed and Fat Nuggets crawls up next to me. I don't even bother changing or anything and just fall asleep.