The Divine Demon (Good Omens, Crowley x OC)

III

Ava
I don't care how loud I'm crying. I don't give two shits if the people in the café can hear me. I have no one to comfort me, as usual.

My eyes have ruined my life. My eyes are the reason my parents rejected me and want nothing to do with me. My eyes are the reason why I was bullied during school. My eyes are the reason I have no friends.

The door squeaked open, and I grabbed a paper towel to wipe off my face. I don't want anyone to see me crying. I decide to take one more look at myself in the mirror. I gasp when I see who is standing there looking back at me.

I quickly look down at the sink, so he doesn't see my eyes. "H-hi, Crowley," I said, trying to seem calm.

He didn't say anything for a minute. "Look at me." He demanded. I shook my head and bit my lip to keep from crying.

He inhaled a sharp breath. "Goddammit, would you fucking look at me? I heard you crying, and I want to know if you're okay. Aziraphale will kill me if he finds you in tears while I'm supposed to be watching you."

I chose to ignore the part about Crowley supposed to be watching me. Something in me told me to trust him. My subconscious screamed at me to tell him the truth. A part of me felt like he would understand, and another part of me just wanted to get it off my chest. I always thought I would tell Aziraphale before anyone else. But here I am. Fate works in mysterious ways.

I turned my body to face the handsome man, but I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on the ground. I shut them for extra precaution. "Please, don't laugh. My life has already been ruined by enough people because of what I have. What I'm going to show you is extremely personal to me. You cannot tell anyone, please. Promise me you won't."

"I promise." He replied.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself for this. Slowly, I moved my head up, keeping my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stumbled backward into the stall door.

Crowley
"I promise," I said.

What could be so personal to her that's on her face? I've already seen her face. Her slightly defined jawline, heart-shaped head, and turned up nose make her look beautiful.

She took a deep breath and raised her head as if she is looking at me, but her eyes are closed.

She opened one eye at a time. What I see staring back at me caught me off guard. I stumbled backward into the stall door. I managed to catch myself and prevent a fall from happening, though.

I did not expect that at all.

She has my eyes. Her's are green, and my eyes are gold. How does she have them? Is she a demon, too? No, that's impossible. She's too sweet and quiet for a demon. She's too innocent. The thought of how naive she is makes my pants tighten. I ignore it, for now at least.

I finally managed to choke some words out. "Y-your eyes! They're snake eyes!" I said in disbelief.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she started sobbing again. Fuck. This is why Aziraphale should be in my place. "My eyes are the reason my parents rejected me. They're the reason I'm alone."

My chest tightened when she said that. An idea popped into my head. I could show her my eyes. She would know that she isn't alone. Other demons have my eyes, but no demon eyes are the gold color like mine. Now that I think about it, I've never seen green snake eyes on any demon either.

I stepped forward and looked down at her. Only now do I realize how small she is compared to me. "Can I show you something? It might make you feel better."

Ava nodded in response as she wiped her eyes and sniffled.

"All right, here goes." I lifted my sunglasses off of my face and looked into her eyes. I caught a glimpse of my eyes in the mirror behind her. My eyes are a unique shade.

She shook her head in disbelief. "No, no, no! You're tricking me! You're doing this to make me feel bad! Aziraphale told me you like to play games with people!" She exclaimed. The girl in front of me bit her lip to stop the tears that were welling in her eyes for the third time in ten minutes.

"No, love, I'm not messing with you. I have the eyes, too. Why do you think I wear sunglasses even if I don't need them? I cover up my eyes." I tried my best to comfort her. I'm not good at this shit.

"I wear blue contacts to cover mine up," She explained, "What's wrong with me? With us?"

I know what's wrong with me, I said in my head. I want to figure out what's wrong with you, too, darling.

Darling? Really, Crowley? Really?! Cut that shit out.

"Shall we go back to the bookshop? Maybe Aziraphale can help you." I suggested. Thankfully,
I got a nod from her in response.

That bastard better help us. He better be prepared to explain the whole demon and angel thing. And he needs to find an explanation for her eyes. There is no way in Hell (and Heaven) that she is a demon.

I can't just erase her memory this time. She'll never forget my eyes. No one does. My eyes have scarred so many people.

I lent Ava my sunglasses, so she didn't have to put dry contacts into her eyes. Honestly, I don't give a fuck if someone sees my eyes. It's fun to fuck with people like that. That's why Satan gave me these eyes. There's one thing I can thank him for.

On our way back to the bookshop, Ava gazed out the window. She looks as if she's daydreaming. Two pieces of hair framed her face perfectly. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I wish I could make the puffiness go away, but then that's another question that she would want to be answered and I don't have time for that.

I tried to drive less recklessly. However, I like the way I drive. I've had this car since 1920, and it has never even had so much as a scratch on it, except when I drove it while it was on fire. That was a whole different thing.

I pushed my feelings down into the deepest part of my mind and locked them up. I feel something for her, and I know I shouldn't. It's wrong, and I know that Ava doesn't feel the same way. There is an apparent age gap between us. Even though she doesn't know my real age, just by looking at the two of us next to each other, someone could tell that there's a difference.

Since when does age matter to people? Look around. You see age gaps all the time. A voice in my head spoke.

It's wrong, I told myself.

I have to push my feelings away. I have to.