(AN: I haven't been posting fanfic in years. This is the first time here on Ao3. So I've been writing a fanfic based on what happened at the end of season 2. And with all the news about season 3 and Neil Gailman, I decided to publish it. I hope you like it as much as I do writing it.

Note: English is not my native language.

Love, TheHouseKnight)

"And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be. Right in front of me. Talk some sense to me"-I found (Amber Run)

I forgive you…

Don't bother…

All was quiet and lonely. The bookstore's coziness factor had completely disappeared, and it felt like a big shell. Aziraphale looked toward the large black doors, for the fire-red hair, black sunglasses, or the demon's golden serpentine eyes. But nothing happened, and no doorbell rang. Aziraphale did not know what to do or say. He could only keep looking towards the doors, hoping with all his heart that the demon would come back and that his lover would come.

Lover?

Friend?

They were probably nothing anymore, not after everything that had happened. He drew his fingers at the swollen lips — their first kiss. Aziraphale had intended to tell about his feelings for Crowley already during the ball. Dear heaven, he did the whole ball just for the sake of the demon! But then everything happened with Hell and Heaven, so time didn't exist.

Do it again…

His mind had screamed he should return the kiss and show Crowley that he loved him, but the shock and shame at Heaven took over both his emotions and movements. Aziraphale wanted to say he wanted Crowley to kiss him one more time. The only thing that came out was"I forgive you".

Tears now began to flow down his cheeks. Burning against his soft skin. The fingers frantically fiddled with his worn and old waistcoat. The crying came closer and closer. He was just about to start turning, to run out to Crowley when the doorbell to the great doors jingled, and in came Metatron with Muriel hot on his heels.

"He didn't seem to take it very well." He said, looking around the bookstore.

Aziraphale quickly turned away from Metatron, wiping away the tears before turning back and saying:

"Mmm"

"Muriel, you can start looking through those books for now." Metatron said.

Aziraphale turned to the window above his desk. He could see the silhouette of both the shiny Bentley and Crowley's tall body leaning against it. His stomach knotted with anxiety, and he felt the tears coming again. But another strange feeling began to creep into Azirapahale's body.

Crowley…

"Do you feel ready? Is there anything you want to take with you upstairs?" He heard Metatron say.

Aziraphale turned his head and looked at Metatron. The flipping of the vest began again. A ringing tone began sounding in his ears. A chill came running along his back, and Aziraphale was now starting to feel sick as well as dizzy.

"Aziraphale?"

The ringing tone grew louder, and now the floor began spinning as well.

"Hello, can you hear me?" Metraton's voice became like a murmur.

He could faintly hear Metatron calling for Muriel. The legs began giving away and in the next second, Aziraphale collapsed on the floor and everything went black.