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I Always Wanted To Die Clean And Pretty

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THE TITLE IS MITSKI LYRICS LETS GOOO!!!! anyways, this takes place before Angel Dust was in hell, so he will be referred to as Anthony. this is kind of an AU of mine ig? Angel and Husk are dating, but it's when they were still alive, so.. yeah!! Husk will be called Oscar in this.

apologies if this is unorganized,, i tend to go on random tangents when i write lmao

cw - drug use/addiction, overdose, alcoholism, major character death.

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Anthony sniffled as the white powder tickled his nose. He lost count of how many lines he had taken, but he didnt really care, either. His intentions were not exactly suicide, but he wanted to atleast faint or something of that sort. He didnt know what he wanted.

To be honest, he didnt know what he wanted in general. His world was crumbling in his hands. Family issues, depression, and so on. Did he want to get better, or no? Did he want to keep trying, or did he want to die?

To make matters worse, his addiction was worsening by the second, and Oscar was no help anymore.

Oscar was drinking himself to sleep every night out of stress for the situation. But he always made sure to curl up beside Anthony and remind him how much he loved him before he fell asleep.

Anthony grew familiar with Oscar's slurred rambles, his almost unintelligible sweet nothings. He appreciated it, so much. Because he never if it would be the last time he heard them.

Anthony knew he was slowly dying. It was only a matter of when.

He took another line, sneezing afterwards. He suddenly felt lightheaded and sleepy. Very, very sleepy. He started sweating.

He tried to stand, but just fell to the floor.

Oscar was just about to chug a second bottle of whiskey before he heard a loud noise from Anthony's room. He dropped the bottle with a crash and nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

He slammed the door open, kneeling down beside Anthony.

"Anthony! Anthony- hon, whats wrong? Please.." Oscar shouted, eyes glossy with tears.

Anthony's eyes were half lidded and his expression was soft. He felt so peaceful. So sickeningly peaceful.

His gaze met Oscar's, a tear rolling down his freckled face. Anthony reached an arm up to weakly caress his lovers face, Oscar's heart ached.

"Honey- Honey. Stay with me. Just stay alive goddamnit.."

Anthony smiled softly as Oscar gripped his arm as tight as possible. He whispered in a weak, strained voice.

".. Amore mio. I love you."

Fat tears rolled down the older man's face, grabbing the phone off the wall and slamming 9-1-1 on the keys.

"No! Please, hon, breathe. Im begging you-." Oscar sobbed.

Anthony's soft demeanor remained, trying to ignore his headache. Oscar screamed into the phone, putting it back in place after about a minute.

Oscar leaned down to kiss Anthony's forehead, his labored breaths worrying Oscar even more. Anthony's sweaty body shook as he let out a few more weak words.

"I love you. Im sorry, Os..Oscar? Oscar. Im sorry."

"Nonono, youre not gonna die, you hear me?! Youre not gonna fuckin' die.."

"Im sorry you had to see this. I always.. wanted to die clean and pretty.. i didnt want to burden anyone. Especially not the love.. love of my life.." Anthony said between heavy breaths, his grip on Oscar's cheek growing weak.

"Cant you hear me?! Youre not gonna die! I wont let you die, honey!.. I.."

"I know that I'm gonna die, my love."

Suddenly, Anthony's uneven breathing came to a halt. Oscar froze.

"Shit.. shitshitshit! No!"

He clung to Anthony's lifeless body, tears soaking his face.

The ambulance arrived shortly after, paramedics walking into the scene.

Oscar just stared them dead in their eyes, bubbling with anger towards everything around him.

He would never love again.

Days after the incident, Oscar laid a rose on Anthony's grave. He planted a kiss on the stone, tears rolling down his face.

He walked back home, expression flat. He stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing every bottle of alcohol he could and chugging them desperately.

Eventually, the man fell to the floor. The world was spinning, and his limbs felt like noodles.

He didnt feel even a little bit of regret. Maybe, by some miracle, he'd see Anthony again.

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GAH DAMN THAT WAS SAD. im not super proud of this but i was in a angsty mood idk. 748 words