Chapter 3

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After Aziraphale sent Eden on her way to resume her duties, Aziraphale once again became lost in thought. 

"Angel?" Crowley asked as he placed a glass of wine on his husband's desk. "Are you okay? You've been quiet today." Aziraphale shrugged. "Just thinking about a few things dear boy."

"What sort of things?" Crowley demanded. "It's not like you to be this quiet." Crowley pulled up the empty chair and sat in front of Aziraphale. "Tell me what's wrong."

"It's about Agnes Nutter's prophecies." Aziraphale answered honestly.

Crowley tensed. "Did you find another prophecy?"

Aziraphale shook his head. "No, nothing like that." Aziraphale reassured before continuing. "I've never touched Agnes's second manuscript ever since the War…I can't bear to go near it after everything that has happened." Aziraphale went silent again. 

"Love," Crowley prompted, snapping Aziraphale out of his reverie. "I've been considering just destroying that bloody manuscript, chest and all. All it brought us is pain and suffering and I can no longer bear having it here in the shop where my Eden is." He and Crowley had put the wooden chest that contained the second copy of Agnes Nutter's manuscript of her second volume of prophecies, concerning the world that was to come, in the bookshop's basement. 

"But I still don't want to go near that chest…..I don't think I can…" Aziraphale's voice cracked. 

"Hey, shhh. It's okay angel." Crowley pulled Aziraphale into his arms. "I can take care of it if you want."

"No…" Aziraphale rasped. "You shouldn't have too......" 

"Then we can do it together."  Crowley murmured. He reached out and clasped his husband’s hand tightly.

Aziraphale managed a smile. "Right. Together."

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