“Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever.”

Those words repeated in Crowley’s mind like a broken record. How could the angel he loved be so smart yet so… dumb?

Crowley had done nothing but drown himself in alcohol since his angel abandoned him. God, he couldn’t even think about his name, in his mind, Aziraphale was still his angel.

Crowley spent his days in his black Bentley now. He kept his window down as he heard happy couples walk along the busied streets of SoHo. He watched those couples with an indescribable amount of fury and jealousy.

That should be my angel and I. Crowley always thought at the sight of those happy couples.

Today was particularly heartbreaking. It had been a full year since he was left here on Earth. Sure, he had Nina, Maggie, and sometimes Muriel, but they weren’t Aziraphale.

A knock on the demon’s window had interrupted his train of thought. Crowley looks out the window with an irritated expression hidden by his black, round sunglasses.

“What?” He spat out, looking at the person in front of him with a scowl.