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Regrets :)

It felt like, no matter how hard they tried to ignore each other. 

Husk still loved Anthony, and Angel still loved Husk.

 Anthony knew that, deep down, They would forgive each other.

But it may have been too late

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He typed something down "I miss you"

No

He deleted it and spelled out "come over ;)"

Definitely not

"Im sorry"

He wished it was that simple.

He wondered, for a moment why he had to apologize for something Angel didn't even know about, but as Marice lay there, on Angels side of the bed...

Husk felt like he had to.

Last night had felt...weird, and unnatural.

She wasn't good at sex, not like...not like Angel was.

Why are you thinking about him!? you broke up shitass

I know... Just let me think.

What the fuck do you think you're doing right now?!

"Soooo, did I show you a fun time last night?"

Marice raised her eyebrows seductively.

He could go for round two, but his heart wasnt in it. 

Neither was his dick. 

"No"

Simple, sweet, straight to the point.

Husk felt good as her face became indignant and sassy.

"Fuck you" she mumbled, leaving with her clothes.

"You already did!" Husk shouted at her as she left. He looked back at the unsent text to Angel and sighed.

He stumbled down to the bar and swept off the table to get to work.

Angel came trudging down the stairs, and Husk got ready on making him a drink.

He expected Angel to come to the bar for his morning drink, but instead he just walked straight to the door. 

Before leaving, his eyes made a small, mandatory glance to Husk. 

It looked like he had been severely crying. His eyes were bloodshot, and tear stains ran along his cheeks.

Oh shit.

He knew.

"An-" he wanted to explain himself, but Angel was already gone. 

12 hours passed, and Angel still hadn't returned, maybe he was at the club, but Husk couldnt shake the feeling that something was desperately wrong.

He decided to send a small text to Angel, detailing his worry

Hey you good? You should've been back hours ago

No response.

A sick feeling grasped Husks stomach as he waited 1 minute, 2, 20, for a response, but another hour passed and his phone showed only darkness.