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deserve him. "How could you have possibly known?" I asked quietly, resting my forehead against his gently, feeling his warmth seep into mine as he sighed heavily. "Because I feel it, too…" He admitted quietly, his grip on my shoulders tightening as our eyes locked with each others', "Everytime I see you..." His voice shook lightly as he spoke, and I could tell he was holding back tears, "I feel... Like I could never live without you." I swallowed thickly, pressing another feather light kiss to his lips before pulling away reluctantly, moving towards my desk to grab my jacket, "Then let's go and get some food so we can forget about our problems, shall we?" He laughed lightly and nodded. "Alright, dearest. You're quite right. Let us get food and forget this wretchedness." We left my apartment together, walking along one of the streets, hands loosely intertwined. I noticed his freehand occasionally brushing against mine, causing tiny sparks to travel up my skin until they burned with fire in my chest, and it took everything in me not to pull him closer to me, and press him against me even harder and hold him close forever… No, I had to keep reminding myself. This was all temporary. The spark between us was only a reminder that he was mine… Only mine. As we walked hand in hand down the street, the sun shone brightly above us, casting shadows upon the pavement beneath our feet, illuminating every inch of my angelic partner and warming my heart with the thought that I'd never get tired of looking at him. Never again… Chapter 26 Angel. "So, when are you and Crowley getting married? I want to be invited." "Oh, don't start with me, Hastur. Just leave us alone already." "Aw come on Angel… Don't be like that. I've spent nearly a year wondering how you two managed to get together when I clearly haven't had the time, and here you guys are, practically engaged already. I'm hurt. A little hurt." "Well, if you must know… we got engaged when she fell in love with me. That makes us official, doesn't it?" "You two are so annoying… I can't believe she actually loves that scumbag…" "He's not that bad, really," Crowley cut in defensively. "You have no idea what he's like. He's a fucking sociopath. If he wasn't already dead, I would've killed him years ago." "Now that, that is enough," Crowley said sternly, his grip on my hand tightening as he glared at Hastur, "Just leave them alone. They aren't doing anything wrong. And I don't think you should insult people who just got engaged… especially not my fiancé." Hastur scoffed, shoving his sunglasses up onto his head, "Fine, fine… Whatever. I'll leave them alone now." Crowley released my hand, giving Hastur a small smile before turning back to me. "How was work today?" He asked curiously, taking a seat next to me on the couch, propping his feet up onto the coffee table as I rested a hand upon his ankle. "Good. My boss isn't the nicest human being ever but he's alright, I guess." "You guess? I highly doubt that he's that nice. You were talking about him with such distaste in your voice, he has to be the devil himself." "Not necessarily, angel. Maybe you don't know anything about humans."