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Crowley’s heart sank when he saw Aziraphale leave with Metatron. He thought he and his angel were on the same side, that they both thought they could be on the same side, without heaven and hell bickering and watching them every second. Crowley got in his Bentley, he still smells Aziraphale’s scent in the car. His chest aches, how could he be so stupid in confessing to someone he knew wouldn’t love him back.
He drives around, since he doesn’t have his flat anymore. He drove around for hours, ended up in some graveyard and parked. “Well this looks like a comfy place to sleep” Crowley said, oh how he wanted to forget about his angel. His plants were in the back and he moved them to the front so he could sleep well. He thought to himself, a good couple of years to sleep would help him. So it’s what he did. Or tried anyways. Every time he closed his eyes, there his angel would be. Finally he took a deep breath in and slept. It didn’t take long for the nightmares to start peeking in his mind. Crowley tossed and turned, sweat touching his forehead. He wakes up, startled, sweaty, and with a nosebleed. He wipes it and takes a long look of the blood that is now on his hand. “Shit!”
It’s still night, he decides he can’t sleep, it’s no use now. He drives till sunrise and goes to the park and feeds the duck. He knows he wouldn’t do it without Aziraphale but he isn’t here anymore. The tears start spilling again, he runs back to his car and sits. He doesn’t dare to turn on his radio because he knows it will only hurt him more. He lets the tears fall.
Crowley wipes the tears away and sees Nina opening her coffee shop and Crowley goes in to clear his mind;
“Hey Crowley! 6 shots of espresso?” Nina says with a smile on her face
“Make it 10” Crowley says in a low, sad, voice.
“10! Oh, ok. Rough night I'm guessing?”
“Yeah, sorta’ like that”
“Right then, 10 shots of espresso in a big cup coming right up!”
“Thanks Nina”
“You’re welcome! Oh, by the way how did it go with Aziraphale?”
That stabbed him through Crowley's heart, he thought about it, and well he’s a demon, he lies…
“Oh! Right, it went well! We are together now, turns out he’s been feeling the same thing for years now”
He felt that lie, burn everywhere, he felt the angels lips again
“Well then, glad our advice could help”
Crowley chugged the coffee, “Thanks Nina, see you around!”
Crowley had to leave, his hands started shaking. He did not dare a tear fall again.
Crowley walks out of the coffee shop, he walks the opposite side away from the bookshop. He didn’t want to see Muriel nor the bookshop. He walks, and suddenly another demon appears. Shax.
“Uhhh..What do you want, Shax!?”
“Just to leave your mail, is now not a good time?”
“No, it is just.. Eh whatever, thanks I guess”
Crowley tries to walk past Shax once he takes his mail, but Shax stops him.
“Fuck sakes Shax, what?”
“Be careful, Crowley, there are angels and demons roaming around wanting to find, and hurt you.”
“So? It’s nothing I can’t handle, can you leave?”
“Not until you tell me you would be careful”
“What do you care about? Suddenly feel bad for me or something?”
“No, just, who would I deliver this mail to?”
“Ah, fuck off Shax.”
Crowley pushes past Shax, with force this time. His nose bleeds.. He wipes it and looks at it again
“The fuck..” He shakes it off “ngk, probably stress”