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"Please, Aziraphale. Say something." Crowley begged. "Please tell me you didn't say 'yes'. Tell me you didn't."
The angel watched Crowley's face twist and turn painfully. Various emotions battling for dominance on his features. The most prominent one was desperation.
It soon turned to a mixture of pain and despair as the demon realised Aziraphale wasn't responding to his pleas. Just a vacant expression looking back at him.
It gave Crowley all the answers he needed.
"I need you, Crowley." Aziraphale whispered.
Crowley said nothing. His face turned away from his angel.
Aziraphale's voice turned desperate. "I- I need.. I need you." His face pinched and on the verge of tears. "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."
"Oh, I understand." Crowley cut in. His face finally turned back towards Aziraphale. "I think I understand a lot better than you do." His voice was gentle with an undertone of sadness.
Crowley sighed and pointed his finger towards the heavens. "Listen. Do you hear that?"
"I don't hear anything." The angel becoming frustrated with his friend.
Crowley fixed him with a sad look. "That's the point." He put his hand back down. "No nightingales."
Aziraphale looked at Crowley. Crowley was done trying to get his angel to understand he was being used by the upstairs.
"You're an idiot." Aziraphale fixed Crowley with a hurt expression. Crowley continued on. "We could've been us. We were meant to be on our side, remember? They left us. They abandoned us, not the other way around. We owe them nothing."
Crowley couldn't stop himself any longer. He rapidly closed the distance between himself and Aziraphale. Grabbing onto the angel's lapels of his coat, he pulled him him for a heartbreaking kiss.
Every inch of him screaming;
Don't do this
What are you doing
Please love me back
He needed to know
Aziraphale didn't kiss him back.
Crowley pulled away.
After collecting himself momentarily, the angel spoke. "I forgive you."
The demon's heart in two.
"Don't fucking bother." He turned on his heel and walked out of the bookshop. Walked away from his only friend.
He walked away from the angel he had loved for the past six thousand years.
The angel he trusted time and time again. Trusted him with his thoughts, his fears, his hopes, his miracles, and finally, his heart.
As soon as the door closed, Aziraphale's composure broke. He broke down into tears while gently pressing his fingers against his lips, savouring the past few moments he had with his demon.
He was such a fool.
Crowley waited by the Bentley. His eyes trailed Aziraphale, behind his glasses, as he walked across the road to the entrance to heaven.
That goddamn door.
Aziraphale felt eyes on him. Briefly pausing in front of the double doors, he turned around to meet Crowley's eyes.
Aziraphale's last chance.
With a regretful glance, he turned back and entered through the doors. Sealing the deal.
I have loved you for six thousand years. I'll love you for however more because you were my miracle.