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"Don't bother," Crowley snarled as they walked out of the bookshop, utterly heartbroken. How could they not be? They confessed how they truly felt to their best friend, their only friend, and they were still going to leave. Worst of all, they were leaving for Heaven, the one place that had wronged them both time and time again. Aziraphale stood in their bookshop, confused and hurt. All they wanted was for Crowley to come with them to Heaven, where they would finally be able to make a difference, the change that they had been wanting to make since the beginning of their friendship. And, well, Crowley wasn't there anymore. They sighed, a few tears shed as they gathered their things. The Metatron appeared again, waiting patiently. "Are you ready, Aziraphale?" It asked, eyes narrowing as it waited for an answer.

"Yes, quite," The angel responded, voice quivering as they entered the elevator to Heaven.

Aziraphale couldn't figure out why Crowley would react this way. They had gone through so much together, centuries upon centuries together, since the beginning of time, and when they could finally make a difference in Heaven, together, they refused. It hurt them beyond words, beyond understanding. Crowley, though, felt betrayed. They thought Aziraphale knew how badly Heaven had done them, both of them. They were cast out of Heaven, considered a demon, and they were just supposed to go back? Crowley paced around their apartment, knocking plants around, piles of soil and bruised leaves littering their floor. It's not like it would matter, they were gonna leave too. "Why, Angel? Why'd you have to go and ruin it? Why couldn't you just stay. And if we left, why couldn't we have gone to Alpha Centurai?" They growled through gritted teeth. They couldn't decide if they should be angry at Aziraphale, or be saddened by them. Nevertheless, they were gone and there was no telling if they'd ever get them back. Hell, they weren't even sure if they wanted Azi back. Crowley decided if Aziraphale was going to abandon them, they were gonna abandon all that they had built. They took their phone and smashed it, dumping the pieces into the toilet and flushing it. They were going to leave the apartment, their second unofficial place for each other, with no trace of where they'd go next. "I'm sorry, Angel, but it has to be done." Crowley thought to themself. And with that, they were off, somewhere Azira would never find them. And in Heaven, Aziraphale couldn't stop thinking about Crowley. They were their best friend, and they'd come to an understanding soon enough. "A call to check in, to clear things up, that might do it." Aziraphale dialed Crowley's number into a landline, they'd memorized it, had to know it by heart.

We're sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. Please check the number or try again.

Aziraphale dialed again and again, hoping and praying that one of their calls would go through, but to no avail.