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"Hey, Blitz? Ah'…..ah' know yeh' think yeh' gonna die alone because a lotta fuckas' have told yeh' that and….and ah' know yeh' ain't perfect by a long shot and have made some mistakes. But ah' just wanted yeh' tah' know that ah' lo-….ah'….lov-….geezus, nevermind. Ah' ain't even drunk. Ah' just….yeh' mean a lot tah' meh', okay? And that might sound pretty worthless comin' from a whore like meh' but ah'….wanted yeh' tah' know that."

Maybe for some people, a sweet and loving voicemail wouldn't break a heart.

Maybe for the lucky ones.

Blitz listened to it three times before he could breathe. He sat in his officer chair, feet up on the seat, tail and arms around his legs, staring down at the phone on his desk. The blue-white gleam from the screen and the golden glow from his eyes were the only lights in the room. Everything else was dark. Quiet.

"...ah wanted yeh tah know that..."

Angel sounded sincere.

He sounded like he meant it.

Angel Dust.

Angel Dust hadn't been at the party. Fizzarolli hadn't been at the party. Moxxie and Millie hadn't been at the party. Loona hadn't been at the party.

Blitz hit play again.

And this time, this time he heard it.

"I just wanted you to know that I lo-- I love..."

Eyes widening, he sat up slowly, dropping his feet to the ground. Blitz backed recording up and replayed that part. It--it couldn't be what it sounded like, because why the fuck would it? Why the fuck would anyone...

Shit.

Shit.

Feeling sick to his stomach, he stood up and walked over to put his face in the lemon tree. Hope no whores are stealing our lemons, he thought, the YouTube video still living rent-free in his head, loud and inane and completely out of place right now against Angel Dust's sweet voice admitting to-- almost admitting to something that had to be a mistake. Some cosmic fuckup. Because what if--

What if this time next year, Angel Dust was at the party?

What if he was the one leading a song?

What if he was the one aching with regret?

Blitz hugged the stupid tree, his breath shaky, fighting back tears. He wasn't going to cry. Not again. And somehow, he vowed, somehow he was going to protect Angel Dust from him. He was going to make sure Angel never, never ended up at the party.

"I won't break your heart," he whispered, not that Angel could hear it. When was he going to see him again--a few days? Blitz had lost track of time.

Fuck.

He straightened up, letting go of the tree, and leaned his head back.

The phone was quiet, so he walked over and hit Play again.

Angel's voice in the darkness, sweet and sincere, tentative, aware of the danger.

When I see him, Blitz told himself, I'll do whatever it takes to protect him. Anything. No matter what. Angel... Angel deserves better. He deserves so much better.