It was almost 10pm and Crowley was still sitting at a table in Nina's coffee shop, an empty wine bottle beside him.
"You're depressed." said Nina while cleaning a table next to him.
"'m not." mumbled Crowley.
"Yes you are."
"What makes you say that?"
Nina looked at him.
"Yesterday you fall on your knees on the road, crying because you used to cross it with him. This morning, you were talking to an empty chair as if he was there. And we can't pronounce the word without you crying."
"What word?"
"Books."
Crowley suddenly burst into tears.
"See? Depressed."
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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.
