Venom /Cherrisnake\

Mourning

Why does it hurt so much? Fuck love being poisonous. It was venomous. A painful bite in the heart, slowly killing you.

At least, that's what Cherri Bomb thinks. Her thought process about the whole grieving situation was that, all in all, mourning was shit and a waste of time. Why whine and bitch and moan when they're going to Heaven or Hell? After all, they'd be seen again. It's not like it's the end of them, right? She had no one to grieve for her when she died, apart from the creeps she often hooked up with at the clubs she went to, so she completely gave up on the feeling.

This hit different though. Her heart ached, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Sat in her old enemies room all alone, with nothing but pillows surrounding her. It still smelt like him. The pillows still smelt like his old Victorian self. It filled her senses, and she couldn't help but cry even harder into the pillow she was holding. Cherri didn't understand why it hurt, and why it hurt so badly to the point her heart was burning and it felt like she was literally being ripped apart from someone she for some reason had a connection to. The pillow that was tightly gripped by her was soaked with tears, to the point it felt like it had been dunked into a water bucket or something along those lines. It hurt to breathe as well. Her lungs felt like they were burning from the huge breathes she had been taking, which felt like her last.

Nothing prepared her for this. After all, she was never supposed to mourn someone like this. This was her enemy, the person she had used to try and kill and vice versa. The person she had gotten annoyed at so easily when she visited the hotel, which she was now staying at for a while. She didn't even know why she had decided to stay there. She thought it was bullshit, and that nobody could be redeemed. She had no hope for it. Was it because she wanted to spend time with her best friend? Or was it... Maybe because she was mourning? No. Absolutely not.

"Fucking idiot." She whispered between silent sobs. She couldn't cry too loud otherwise people would know that she was in his room. Almost everyone in the hotel looked at her as if she was some poor soul they needed to take pity on, which she wasn't. Not at all. Some guy died during an extermination, good for him. Who would want to stay in this literal hell hole? She knew she wouldn't. Not without him... No she couldn't be thinking like this!

Although, Cherri couldn't help it. A small amount of movement and she was sat on one of his pillows with her singular eye closed. What was she doing? "You're a fuckin' idiot, Pentious. Kissin' me before dying? What the fuck were you thinking." She muttered, wiping her eye with her bare hand as her eyeliner ran down her face. Cherri Bomb could think that she hated mourning and grieving, and that it's useless, but she was grieving now and not even realizing it. Hell, she was literally pretending to talk to him!

"I hate you."

Three words she would never mean towards him. At least not again. Maybe she would've said that to him a few months ago during their turf wars, but she didn't mean it at all now. But it's all she could say right now. What else was she going to do? Admit she loved him? To who? There was no corpse or anything. In a blink of an eye, someone who was fully prepared had died in the hands of an Angel. Tragic, really.

Cherri Bomb's mind couldn't stop thinking about their last moments together, when she was about to bomb some Angels, when all of a sudden she was pulled into a kiss by the snakey bastard. The feeling of his lips and fangs pressed against her own never left her mind. His grip on her, the look in his eyes... His voice never left her brain, and it was like his last words to her were engraved into her skull. "Miss Cherri Bomb, I love you. Remember me!". All she had to say back was "that was hot.". That was hot!? Was she fucking stupid!?

"I love you too though, Pentious. You crazy bitch. I'll find you, I promise."