Angel Dust played you, you knew he would, but you hoped he wouldn't. He did like you, but he couldn't keep it up with his profession. He broke up with you over text while you were at work. You came home to the Hazbin Hotel, crying. The people in the lobby tried to comfort you, but you just wanted to speak to Angel. You burst into his room, in the middle of a breakdown/meltdown

"What do you- Oh, hey, you look a m-" He starts but you cut him off