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Warnings: Nothing really. Summary: Drabble. One-sided Crowley/Aziraphale. He has to get out. He had to get out. He couldn’t stand being here any more, being stuck in a place where he could never admit what he truly thought of his one life-long companion. He had to run from London, run as long and far as possible. His Bentley waited down in the parking lot. He was alone in his flat, as usual, and the entire place was silent--or as silent as it got in London. It wouldn’t be hard to leave...forever. To never see the angel again. To be truly free, for the rest of eternity. Free from temptation--or the worst of it, at least. The angel would never understand. Not this. It was time to leave. And he would never look back. He stepped into the silent hallway, and made his way to the darkness that was the staircase.  get out while you can
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