(Oh God…my feels. And yes…this ship is sailing)
My dearest Crowley,
I cannot express how truly sorry I am that you had to find out this way. I know that you would have stopped me had I come to you. With Heaven still angry with me for my part in averting the apocalypse, I was better off dead anyway.
Just know this. I loved you. How could I not fall in love with you after so many centuries of companionship? Just remember. I’ll have known that, deep down inside, there was a spark of goodness in you.
I love you,