Vermont 1993 winter-Crowleys dreams:
I was cold again.
After all I have done to try and avoid this..
I felt like I would be cold forever.
It was never ending.
But at least I had the stars.
That was why it was horribly cold.
I was alone.
In space.
That I helped to create.
I don't remember a time when I was warm in heaven.
Except for maybe when I was made.
It was just me.
And God.
And her Love.
But the warmth and safety that She provided didn't last long.
As soon as I was sent out to create the stars...
It was gone.
And I was alone.
Then he came.
Aziraphale.
And I wasn't alone.
And I wasn't cold.
And for a little while everything was perfect.
He was perfect.
And then he had to leave.
And my heart burned so badly that I would have given anything to return to that blissful unknowing cold.
That silent cold.
Where I could exist unloved and alone without that burning, aching pain of having that warm, protecting love be given so freely and then having it so suddenly and aggressively ripped away.
The innocent cold.
It was then, after he left me, that I truly started to question Her.
Why where we made?
Was it not to love each other?
To be loved?
Was it to be controlled?
To control?
I doubt that though we have the strength...
Was it to be slaves?
And to who?
You?
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(Somewhat angsty) Good omens one shots
Fanfiction⚠️warning strong language, blood, gore, suicide, self harm and angst ⚠️ This is my first ever one shot book and I've done it because the new season of good omens is out so yay! And also because I have so many random ideas that I need to put somewher...
