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As Crowley held him, Aziraphale said nothing, just continued to stare off silently into space. When Crowley moved back to take a look at him. All he saw was that his face looked as if he had been erased.
Seeing what he had done, Crowley began to move backwards, getting out of the car, to get back into the driving seat. As he did, he continued to steal small glances at Azira as he started the car and began to drive off.
His hands were more panicky than usual, moving to and from on the wheel, and his eyes fluttered about the car and street, trying to focus on anything else, but he couldn’t, as he kept on looking at Azira.
When he finally reached the train station, he practically jumped out of the car, to run to Aziras door to help him out. But as he offered his hand the angel only waved it away getting out himself. However Crowley was always near to steady him. As Aziraphale got out, with Crowley’s coat still wrapped around him, he only clung it tighter, as he walked away from the car.
But Crowley followed him unbeknownst, to the inside of the terminal…
Azira was no stranger to love, he was an angel after all, he could feel it all around him at all times, but to love, is different than being loved. He knew that now
-once inside, Aziraphale picked up a magazine from the seller's cart by the train station before handing the man his payment and walking on. It seemed, amidst the rolling luggage carts, and steam wagons, people crossed beside him unknowingly of his condition.
At this moment, Crowley came from behind a hanging stand that stood adjacently from the train, -and in this pitroresque frame, as he looked through the first class residential window of the first passenger cart; he watched as Azira set down his luggage, before lowering the window panel, and opening the newsletter. He wore the black long coat now, and sat behind a pink lampshade still glowing brightly in his private chamber. Then as a last whistle was given, signaling the departure; the transport started to move, and then, as if by magic, feeling it, Aziraphale looked up to meet the demons eyes, but as he did his expression only turned horrified with a tantalizing stare, and he closed the curtain completely, as the train churned away.
Through the distant clouds of steam, the entire train then disappeared like a dream.
Crowley could only stop and stare….
They wouldn’t see each other for 10 years after that day…