Aziraphale was looking through the large window of Heaven.
His right hand reached for the inside pocket of his white jacket. His fingers touched the sharp edges of an object, and he grabbed it.
A photo. Their photo.
From that night in 1941.
Aziraphale looked at it. It brought back so many memories.
A sad smile appeared on his lips, and then disappeared a few seconds later, leaving only sadness and pain.
A tear rolled down his cheek and ended up on the collar of his immaculate jacket.
Aziraphale brought the photo close to his heart.
"I miss you, Crowley."
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Good Omtober | Drabbles
FanfictionA drabble on Good Omens each day during October 2023. The prompts list is from @/svetowo on Instagram.
