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 into the bookshop since you saw crowleys bentley outside, and after looking around and calling his name: you saw him in his snake form, curled up on the stair railing. that familiar snake, the black top and red bottom followed by those beautiful, beautiful yellow eyes. just like he was in the garden of eden. you rush to the stairs in a jiffy, step by step up the staircase to where he was.

the snake looked at you and didn’t move a muscle. 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.