you were an angel, a cherub to be precise. your name was aziraphale, yet on this beautiful earth you went by the name of ‘a.z fell’. your bookshop was named ‘a.z fell & co.’ you.. refused to sell books, however.

you had recently went to make a change in heaven, you throughly begged crowley to come along. he refused. after realising you had been manipulated by metatron, you went back to london immediately!

you rush to the bookshop since you saw crowleys bentley outside. you knock on the car door.

he looked at you as his eyes widen under the glasses.

you’d broken him, aziraphale. it’s been weeks without the cherub, who he’d known for eons, out of his life. you missed him as well, but you could tell how forgotten he felt.