You and Angel were friends. Best friends. But there was one little problem... you liked him- like... you really liked him. As way more then a friend, and that would have been fine. If it weren't for Husk- the two were perfect for each other- they were so lovely, and you're happy their together, you're happy Angel is happy. But it eats you up when you see them together, all lovey dovey. Another problem? He has no idea, like- no idea that you like him, he doesn't know how much it hurts you to see him happy with someone that isn't you. But it's better that way, telling him would just ruin the friendship, right?

You're sitting on Angel's bed, he's scrolling on his phone and you're quietly playing guitar, sneaking glancea at the spider demon as you did