"DAMMIT"
Crowley kicked an empty plant pot, sending it flying. You might be wondering why he was so stressed, and I can tell you with certainty that you won't be surprised. He had fallen in love with an angel, more specifically, Aziraphale.
"I'm a demon for fuck sake!" He kicked another plant pot, sending it, and its contents across the room.
"He's way too fucking good for me! He could never love me like i love him!" His eyes burned as he tried not to cry, he couldn't cry, he couldn't let anybody see him like this. He sat down and sighed.
"I need to tell him"
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Aziraphale sat down in his worn sofa,
"This can't be happening" he croaked,
"I'm an angel and he's a demon"
He picked up a book to try to calm himself down, but he couldn't focus, and had to reread every page at least twice. He sunk down lower into his seat and put his head in his hands,
"Why would he like someone like me"
He took a shaky breath and let out a small sob,
"if heaven finds out about this I'm fucked"
