One Last Chance ~ Crowley x Aziraphale

Abandoned...

Crowley watched as Aziraphale left. They felt their heart shatter as they watched him turn away from them and enter the elevator with Metatron, leaving his bookshop to Muriel. They knew Aziraphale well. They could see the reluctance plastered on his face. So why did he still leave? They got into their Bentley and drove. They didn't know where they were going but that didn't matter to them anymore. They had to get away. Away from the bookshop, from Berkeley square, from the Ritz, from their memories with Aziraphale.

They lost track of how long they had been driving when they reached somewhere familiar. It was where they had found Aziraphale crying the day he had lied to the archangels to help Job keep his children. Crowley sighed as they slumped down onto one of the rocks, watching the sun go down.

'You're just an angel that goes along with heaven as far as he can.' They had told Aziraphale that day when he asked what he was.

'That sounds um..' Aziraphale hesitated.

'Lonely?' Crowley asked to which Aziraphale nodded. 'Yeah.' They had confirmed to Aziraphale.

'You said it wasn't..' Aziraphale said, a bit confused.

"I'm a demon. I lied.' Crowley responded with as if it was nothing.

It had never been more true than it was right now.

Crowley sat there in silence, watching as the sun went down. They glanced to their right, hoping Aziraphale would be there like he had been that day. But of course, he wasn't. Aziraphale was gone and Crowley didn't know if they'd forgive Aziraphale if he came back.

Of course, they were lying to themself and would most likely forgive him. Well, that is if the other archangels hadn't corrupted him first. Or more likely if Metatron hadn't before Aziraphale came back.

If he comes back, Crowley had to remind themself. Crowley felt their anger and grief well up inside of them as they took off their sunglasses and chucked them out into the sea, tears starting to stream from their eyes,

"Damn you all!" They shouted at no one in particular. They hadn't felt this sense of hurt since they saw Aziraphale's bookshop burn down, considering their best - and only - friend to be dead, murdered by someone. It technically had been true, but it most definitely hadn't been on purpose.

Either way, Crowley sat there, staring out into the water, the stars reflecting in the waves as their tears blurred their vision. Their rage and anger melted into grief and they just cried. They cried for their best friend whom they had just lost, possibly forever.

They couldn't do much more than grieve. It wasn't like they could get to heaven, Muriel certainly wouldn't fall for their trick anymore and it's not like they could find Gabriel and Beelzebub. Alpha Centauri was a large place and it'd most likely take them millennia to find the two and if Aziraphale was coming back, it would be long before they found the two.

So they sat there and just cried because they - for the first time ever - didn't have an idea on what to do. They were lost without Aziraphale. He had been their driving force for figuring things out but without the angel beside them, they didn't see the point anymore.