Author's Note: If it was a solution to the problem you guys wanted... well, sorry! Read on, and review!
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When John went into the kitchen the next morning, Chas was nowhere to be seen. John's stomach dropped a few inches in horror. He had lost the angel. He had lost Chas again.
John made coffee carelessly. Now what did he do? He had been sure Chas was going to stick around forever, help him, move his life forward. Now he was stuck.
He sat down at the table, shaking.
There was a note stuck to a bottle of orange squash. John reached out, and with trembling fingers, detached it, raising it to his eyes to read.
A wave of cold washed over him. He recognised the messy scrawl instantly.
"Chas," he whispered.
I've
gone to Heaven.
You
can go to Hell, asshole.
Chas
John just stared at it.
Then he made his mind up. What else was there to do? Even Chas was against him.
John made his way to the bathroom, no longer shaking. He felt a sense of inner calm at his decision. He walked into the bathroom and locked the door, sitting down on the side of the bath and reaching out for a metal tin on the counter.
He opened it and pulled out a razor blade. It shone silver in the light, and he smiled up at it.
Back to Hell. This time, for good.