The nights stretched on for Crowley, an immortal facing the quiet aftermath of a neverending story coming to an abrupt end.
The Bentley roared through the winding roads, carrying him aimlessly through cities and countrysides alike. His sunglasses hid the weary eyes that had glimpsed love and lost it.
Eventually, Crowley found himself drawn to places where memories lingered - places where he and Aziraphale had shared laughter, secrets, and a love that defied all boundaries. Each location became a painful reminder of what was and what could never be again.
As time wore on, Crowley's demeanor shifted. The snarky facade cracked, revealing the vulnerability beneath. He sought solace in the simple pleasures of Earth: a sunset, the soothing hum of rain, and the distant sound of laughter from passing strangers.
In the quiet corners of the world, he began to discover the strength in healing. The ache remained, but with each passing day, it lessened. Crowley, the serpent with a penchant for chaos, found a peculiar sort of peace in the mundane.
And so, as the world continued to turn and celestial affairs unfolded in realms beyond his control, Crowley navigated the human experience, discovering that even for a demon, there were depths to explore beyond the shadows of lost love.