Chapter 1: Broken
All Characters are Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's. Please enjoy my fiction and please review
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''Zira, did you hear what I said?' Crowley asked as his worst fears unfolded before his eyes. 'Of course I heard you. I'm just pretending I didn't.' His voice was snappy. 'Why? What have I done. I love you,' 'Crowley, please don't. We've gone through this before. I love you too, but we can't. Not after last time,' there was an all too familiar pang of regret in the angel's voice. 'Fine I understand. I'll go. I'm sorry that I'm not good enough. I'll see you around.'
Crowley got up an made to leave. He felt awful. He didn't know how to make the angel understand.
'Crowley please stay. I don't want you to leave. Please.'
'Why should I Aziraphale. I' sick to death of you playing. I love you. I don't want you physically, I want to be you, to hold your hand. I want to love you and have you love me back. You say you love me, but I don't feel it. I'm leaving. Call me when you are ready to accept that.
Crowley spent days doing all the things he did when he was without Aziraphale. He terrorized house plants, made life harder for humans and slept. But the enjoyment he usually got from these pointless activities was gone. Without the angel life was dead.
Aziraphale kept trying to call, but he couldn't bring himself to. He remembered the last time and didn't care to get burnt again. Aziraphale wanted everything Crowley did and more but didn't trust himself enough to get it.
Hope you like, sorry its so short. More soon.
