This is basically my first attempt at Good Omens fanfic. (Apart from the time I posted HP under the wrong category facepalm. Anyway, I thought I'd try my hand at it. Let me know what you think!
-Mosh
"Leave me alone, Angel!"
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Great argument you have there, Crowley. Because why?"
There was a long pause.
"Because I'm afraid I love you too."
"Why is that something to be afraid of?"
"They wouldn't like it."
"Why does that matter?"
"Well, the fire, the pitchforks-"
"Oh come now, you know that's a legend."
"And the very unpleasant people with large pointy teeth who don't like me."
"I wouldn't let them hurt you."
"Oh like your lot would be so thrilled."
"My lot are a lot nicer."
"Oh and I suppose we've forgotten the whole turning people into slat phase, have we?"
"…"
"See? We can't. It wouldn't be conducive to either of us retaining all our appendages."
"But you would? If things were different?"
"…"
"Crowley?"
"Yes Angel. If things were different and if we could…I'd never stop loving you."
That had been over a week ago. Crowley had walked out as fast as he could, but not fast enough for Aziraphale to not notice the tears slipping out from under his sunglasses. Aziraphale hated how desperate he had sounded. How desperate he was. He hated how sad Crowley had looked. All because they both felt it. Love.
It's not fair.
That's all he could think.
It's not fair.
Love wasn't meant to hurt.
Love was meant to keep people together, not force them apart.
Love wasn't meant to be dictated by higher powers.
Love was meant to just…happen. And be celebrated.
But theirs wouldn't be celebrated.
Not until things were different.
Well, please review, even if you hated, I always want to improve!
-Mosh