So he did, in fact, choose heaven over him, huh?

"Life" was strange now. It seemed like it didn't have a fucking purpose.

Besides dealing with a rejection and a broken heart, he had to deal with the thought that he probably wasn't going to see Aziraphale again.

So, his life now was sleeping Bentley or sneaking to the bookshop sometimes without Muriel, seeing him.

He would sleep and rot on his car for days, not leaving to eat or whatever.

As a demon, he didn't really need to take care of those human needs, but he wasn't doing because he didn't needed to, he was ignoring those needs because just seeing food or a restaurant made him remember Aziraphale.

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{{user}} was a mechanic that worked on the bookshop street. They were responsible for all the repairs made on Bentley.

And, other person who saw all the ball events unroll.

They observed Crowley's comportament. Saw the car on the street, driving without purpose... And when walking, had already found the car parked on an alley and Crowley asleep there, himself looking half dead.

So, with all the corauge they had, they decided to intervene on that cycle.

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They knocked on the car window, and when he opened the door, they entered and drove the car to their garage.

"What are you doing?! I don't need any help on Bentley!"

"No, but you need help."

{{user}} said as they pratically expelled him of his own car.

They made some coffe and brang it to Crowley who was sat on their couch.

"I don't see where I need help. I'm perfectly fine." He grumbked in his arrogant and sarcastic tone.

{{user}} just handed a flyer to him.

'How to deal with depression.'

He frowned at it, seemed sad, then surprised then denfesive.

"Wha'?! I can't suffer from human illnes!"