To the world

Inspired by @/SunnyB-stard on Twitter (should I say 'X'?) - whom I thank profusely.

If you are coming from Twitter, thank you for being here! I hope you'll like this one-shot as much as I enjoyed writing it. Mind you, though this isn't my first story to be written in english, it's not my native language: I could have made mistakes (that most likley happened). If you spot any, please, feel free to point it out (nicely) so that I can fix that! Also, I'm very worried that Micheal Sheen or Neil Gaiman might read this. Enjoy!

Crowley goes by they/them pronouns while Aziraphale goes by he/him.

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"I thought I was doing the right thing," he said, finally; on his face, a hint of sadness. He turned his head; suddenly, he found himself unable to stand looking at Crowley. The thought of the state he would have left them if he had gone pained him incredibly.

As a response, Crowley stood up. "Of course you did,"they rolled their eyes and let out a sigh. "Your heart is... way too pure to believe not everybody has good intentions."