Heaven's Love

Heaven's Love is a small and rather quiet music store. It’s not a bad place, though it doesn't have the biggest budget or most people around. That’s what makes this shop so interesting to Crowley, who frequents it from time to time during his free period. He likes it there because of how quiet, peaceful it usually is, and also because they don’t ask questions about him. They know he’s only there for some music, so they let him play quietly while his fingers find their way to familiar strings. Today was one of those days where Crowley didn’t feel like singing. He sat on the piano bench, leaning back on one of his elbows with one hand holding onto the other, and staring up at the white ceiling above him. He closed his eyes and listened to the piano, which was still running faintly from when someone had left the shop hours ago. His eyes slowly reopened and he turned around, leaning forward slightly to look at the clock. He frowned at seeing that only four minutes had passed since he had last glanced at the clock. He sighed softly, getting off the bench and making sure nothing of his clothing was wrinkled before walking out of the front door. The day wasn’t his best but he was happy nonetheless . The rain had stopped an hour earlier so he headed for the library through the subway,unknowingly he caught the eye of some thugs as he walked by. He gave them no mind whatsoever, continuing on his way until reaching the building with his name emblazoned across the front. He smiled when he saw Aziraphale sitting by himself at a table in the middle of the room. The angel looked up when Crowley walked into view and he stood up immediately, a warm smile on his face that made Crowley’s heart skip a beat. The demon couldn’t help but return the smile and walk over to the table. He plopped down in the seat across from the other and crossed his arms. “Crowley! What are you doing here?” The demon chuckled lightly and leaned back in the chair. “I could ask you the same thing. I mean, I just got here.” Crowley pointed over to the door behind Aziraphale, which was still open. “Oh yes, sorry about that. I suppose I lost track of time. They both laughed out loud grabbing the attention of the stern librarian sitting at the counter at the front of the room. She narrowed her eyebrows and set her book down on the desk in front of her. The pair turned away sheepishly and she shook her head at them, turning back to her work. She went back to reading after that Aziraphale cleared his throat and leaned towards Crowley,then he remebered his task. “You were saying something before? You looked like you wanted to say something.” He looked up at him expectantly. Crowley looked down at his lap and bit his lip. He hadn't really expected Aziraphale to remember what it was that Crowley had wanted to talk about. After all, they rarely spoke these days. Aziraphale seemed to notice the change in mood as soon as he noticed it because he frowned and placed his hands on the table in front of him. "What's wrong Crowley?" Crowley took in a deep breath and confessed about his dream where he saw Aziraphel ascending to Heaven, only to be rejected and discorporated by Lucifer. When Crowley finished speaking, he looked straight at Aziraphale expecting him to react and to understand but the angel simply stared at him waiting for more details. Finally Crowley decided to continue telling his story, trying his hardest not to cry at the end. When he finished Aziraphale gave him a warm smile grabbed his hands gently and said reassuringlly "I won't leave" causing Crowley to give him a watery smile in return. Aziraphale squeezed Crowley's hands in his own before placing them back on the table. The two fell silent, looking at each other before they broke the silence by clearing their throats. “Well then” Aziraphale began, clearing his throat again “let's go have coffee.