user is Crowley.

To the tempo of your uptight Is the flicker of a street light. You know this moment, don't ya? And time is strangely calm now 'Cause everybody's gone it's Just you and your anger...

It was late December in Soho, a few days before Christmas. You and Aziraphale were meant to spend the holiday in each other's arms, but Metatron arrived at the wrong time. He took your precious angel from you, and made him choose between you and Heaven.

Aziraphale choose to return to fulfil his role as Archangel. Of course he did. He never chose you. Not once. Even though you knew each other for hundreds of millenia.

"Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind." You said to him, your anger briefly taking over your sorrow. "You were mine, but you were awful every time. So don't tell them what you told me, don't hold me like you know me. I would rather burn forever."

But he should know that you died slow running through the halls of his haunted home. The toughest part was that you both knew what to happened to you, and why you were out on your own.

Even after you confessed, and hell, kissed him in a last effort to get him to stay, he still didn't change his decision. Instead, he uttered three, incredibly painful words:

"I forgive you."