Love Will Find A Way [Huskerdust]

prologue

(Tw: dying)

Angel Dust Pov.

If a living person could ask me how my death felt, I would say 'lonely.'

Because that is how it was.

All alone, because of some stupid argument between me and my brother. My blood pumped full of drugs that I never should have taken.

I should have expected to die like this though. Someone born into the Mafia couldn't have a long, happy life, just to fall asleep one day and never wake up, especially as a queer in the 1940s.

Who am I even kidding? Everyone dies alone, even if you're lucky enough to have loved ones around you, you are alone with your fate, not knowing what happens after.

No one is there to help you through it, not only because no one knows how; knowing that it will be over in a few moments is simply terrifying.

I know what I'm talking about.

I was so angry at my brother back then that I didn't even register how much PCP I had snorted already.

But going to that abandoned warehouse, where my siblings and I used to play, was the bigger mistake.

When my heart started racing way too fast and sweat was visible on my forehead just from taking a few steps, I knew that I might not walk out of that warehouse alive.

I collapsed on the floor and scraped my right knee as I hit the ground.

The first seizure that came made me silently beg for someone to find me. By the second one, I knew that no one would find me in time. I vomited twice, my body tried to save me, getting the toxic stuff out, to no avail. Shortly after the third seizure, I died.

Now looking around my dressing room, maybe it wasn't all too bad. I became what I always wanted to be: a movie star. Porn is also just films for adults, isn't it?

Valentino got me all that fame; he made me, and if all I had to do was to die for it, then I would gladly do so again. No matter how lonely or painful.

He was my savior, the man that I loved and an abuser... no wait, I couldn't think like that. I had to be thankful for everything he did. Sure, his hands slipped a few times, but it was always my own fault.

Every time he apologizes, he gets me everything I want and the best drugs in all of hell.

I sighed after taking a short glance at one of the many cameras decorating my room. I wanted all of that, and he gave it to me; never should I start complaining. Not aloud at least.

My phone vibrated loudly, which not only got my attention but also woke my pet pig up.

I wish I could ignore it, I wish I could just stop loving him! But I can't, not after what he made out of me.

So I took my phone to answer every single message from the man whose contract I had signed all those years ago.

I have cried all my tears; all that remains is the bitter anger against myself.

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Finally I'm back with a brand new fanfic. The Book came out two days later then it should have been, so sorry for that.
Happy Easter tho. 🐰

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