Crowley lays on the floor of Aziraphale's room upstairs in his bookshop. He is surrounded by opened books and empty bottles of gin, making a shaky breath as he stifles a sob. He couldn't believe Aziraphale left him.

He couldn't believe that it had been an entire year since Aziraphale left him for Heaven. Of course he knew that he was an angel, but to leave him completely? After everything that happened? It was surreal. He was hurt. His nose scrunched as he curled up, trembling.

"Fuck."