(IDK WHY IS THIS SO CRINGEY)

we never even knew each other, you’ve never seen my burnt hair

You and Angel Dust. You live on different ends of hell, doing completely different things, but still you have become so close. You met on social networks. The first time you came into contact was when you started mutually liking each other's photos, and then... And now, you have been pen pals for almost a year. You haven't even seen each other in person. When he sent you voicemails, you were just ready to cry. His voice, of course, wasn’t manly or anything, but it was just like a lullaby for you. Especially his voice, hoarse from fatigue in the evening.

I promise I won’t do it again, just repeat my name again.

Today marks one year since you met. You didn't really plan to celebrate this day. But Angel decided on his own. You rarely talked on face time, and today was the day when he finally called you. It's two o'clock in the morning, and you were all talking...

"So, idiot... You wanted me to sing to you, right?..."