how does it feel to loose?

you are my rock •Chapter 6•

♥︎♡︎♥︎3rd Person♥︎♡︎♥︎

It's been maybe a week since Angel realized he liked Husk. The days were blurring together at this point cause Val had called him in for 15 hour shifts at the studio. Plus spending another 5 hours in his very presence. Then of course it takes him an hour and a half to walk home and fix his makeup. Then of course there was the fact that he was high outta his mind due to Valentino. It must've been 3am by the time he got back to the hotel. As he stumbled to the door his eyes widened in shock to find Husker still behind the bar playing some sort of card game. This scene was familiar to both of them at this point. Angel would come home at an unreasonable hour and Husk would be there, behind the bar. He wouldn't admit it but he was waiting for the spider. He wanted to make sure that he was okay, he never was. That was okay normally, Angel was good at pretending. But not to Husk. He seemed to always be able to tell when Angel had a hard day, no matter how good a facade Angel put on. Husk gently waved Angel over to him, not looking up from the cards.

"Hard day?" The cat asked, doing a look over of Angel's disheveled figure.

"Just another day with Val, it's okay." Angel replied.

Husk's gaze softened and he put a gentle hand out for Angel to grab if he wanted to, and oh did Angel want to. Husk gently stepped out from the bar and led Angel up to his room, opening the door with ease. Angel collapsed on his pink bed, pulling Fat Nuggets in close to his body. Husk tried to gently pull his arm away, but Angel held on tight.

"Don't go, please." Angel pleaded, his voice breaking as slow tears rolled out of his eyes.

"Angel, you're high. This isn't a good idea." Husk said, draping the fluffy bedspread over the spider.

Angel just grabbed the cat's arms tighter and pulled him down into the bed. Husk sighed and got in the bed next to Angel, gently rubbing circles on his back until he felt the spider's breathing deepen.

In the morning when Angel woke up the comfort of the cat demon's soft fur was missing. Groaning, he rolled over, stretching out his hands to look for him, feeling only his soft blankets he opened his eyes and sat up.

"Husk?" He called out softly. Gone. He was gone. Angel felt himself start to panic as thoughts raced through his head. He finally decided not to deal with your dramatics. I probably upset him. Anything could've happened. I don't know what the hell happened, I was too high on all the mysterious things Val had injected into me. He's probably never coming back. Probably hates you...Tears were streaming down his face as he pulled his legs up to his chest. Hugging himself tightly and whispering about all the reasons why Husk probably hates him. Glancing up, he saw himself in the mirror of his vanity. His hair was a mess and his face was caked with tear tracks. "You look terrible." He choked out to himself. The reflection didn't respond, it never did.

"Look at you making a big fuss about nothing. Other people have problems ten times as bad. It doesn't matter." He glared at himself in the mirror.

"IT DOESN'T" he yelled, choking back sobs.

"You don't." was the whisper in his mind, quiet and yet, so loud.

He closed his eyes tight, trying to blockout the world and the thoughts. Leaning back he hit his head against the wall behind him as though he could shake them out. At the very least the pain was a distraction. The sadness turned to anger. Not anger at Husk, but at himself. For being. So. Weak. He hit his head harder to the point where it left him dizzy and disoriented, then he picked up his pillow and threw it towards the door just as it opened, and Husk took a half step inside. The sight of him somehow made him feel worse as he couldn't sort through his changing thoughts. Why would he come back? Angel thought he couldn't move, and didn't remember how to breathe. The sound of a muffled voice made him blink back to reality.