Ashtray -Angel Dust Angst

Chapter 7

Angels Pov:

We sat on my bed in silence for a good while. I waited for him to start the conversation, and I assume he did the same. The awkwardness broke me after a bit. "Goddamn it husk," I half said half sighed into my hands. "It's fine if you don't feel the same, I get it. We can just pretend like it didn't happen."

"It's not that Husk. Of course I love you, you know that. But now I have to choose between you and... you know." I said feeling an immense amount of guilt. He looked at me with extreme sadness in his eyes but spoke without tone "Is it really a choice Angel?" He asked. " I groaned. "Yeah. It is. I've wanted this forever and now I'm not sure anymore. Even if I have you I can't continue to live like this." I said with tears pricking my eyes. "Fuck now I'm crying, see what I mean? I can't keep doing this."

"It's fine Angel. You're allowed to cry." Husk said with his hand on my hand. I hate crying. I feel like a baby. I don't like being vulnerable and weak, that's how you get hurt. "Sorry." I said quietly. "You don't need to apologize. I just want you to know it's fine if you're real with me. I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks husk," I said leaning onto his shoulder. "What're you thinking about?" He asked. "The fact that this is literally insane. I mean, I'm dead. I'm a sexy spider and I'm in love with a winged cat and we live in a hotel run by Lucifer's kid and her moth girlfriend. I'm working for a moth who's boyfriend that's a Tv died and who's daughter is a doll. It feels like some wacky fever dream. I know I've been trapped here for like 80 years but it feels like just yesterday I was alive. And now I'm sitting on the bed with said Cat contemplating suicide?! It just seems unreal."

"Yeah I get it. It's like life just slipped away. Especially for you since you were so drugged up when you died." I sighed loudly "Yeah. I never asked, how'd you die?"

He looked down for a second then spoke. "A lot of answers could work. But long story short I drank myself to death. It was all planned out. I was single and most of my family was dead. I bought a bunch of booze, gambled away the rest of my money, and drank until I passed out and didn't wake up." He said with barely any emotion. I chuckled a little bit. "It's kinda sad how traumatized we both are." "Yeah, but it is what it is." I yawned very loudly on accident.

"You should go to bed." Said Husk. "Okay." He got up from the bed and stretched his wings out. He's so pretty. "Do you promise you won't... you know tonight? I don't want to wake up find you dead." He said with a straight face. I looked down. "No promises Husky," I said in an unserious tone. "Well I'm not letting you kill yourself tonight. So I guess I'll have to stay." "Husk I was teasing I won't." He got on the bed with me anyway. "Too bad. I don't believe you now. " he said with a smirk.

"You need me to prove it Husky?" I said in a flirty voice inching closer to him. "I do," he said in the same tone getting equally as close to my face. Our lips collided and we exchanged a quick but passionate kiss. It felt different than the kisses I have with my clients. It felt like there was love behind it.

When we finished he got in bed with me anyways. "Just a precaution."