Neil Really Just Updated His Long Fic Slow Burn With A Chapter 2 After A 4 Year Hiatus And Then Left

Last day of May!!!

I have no idea where I found this but I’ve had it on my camera for like 9 months

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Not to keep reliving trauma on main, but I'm getting weird deja vu from where my health was a few years ago and where it's at now. And most of it is revolving around Good Omens.

In May of 2019, we genuinely thought I was dying because I was dying. My organs were in the process of shutting down because my red blood cells were prematurely self-destructing and damaging my kidneys in the process, and I was rapidly coming to terms with the fact that I might not survive much longer. I'd fought the good fight, and I'd lost. Mostly due to medical neglect. And I was mad about a lot of things, but do you know what I remember from the traumatic blur I'm left with?

"I'm going to be so pissed if I die before Good Omens comes out."

I'd waited 20+ years at that point for something like a tv adaptation of Good Omens. Ever since I was a child and my dad read the book to me, and I fell in love with it. And here I was, mere weeks away from the TV release and on the verge of death.

Then like a miracle, a miracle that hinged on human compassion and a doctor being willing to listen to me, I was saved. Dragged back from the jaws of death by a relentless hematology department that refused to give up on me and ultimately saved my life. And a week later, I got to watch Good Omens propped up in my own bed, still weak, still ill, with my heart stuttering in my chest every time I laughed. And I remember thinking, "I did it. I got to see it."

That it's now it's 2023 and my health has tanked again. My organs are rebelling against me and no one seems to know why. But yet again, a few weeks before Good Omens is set to release, I find a doctor who listens to me and is doing all he can to help. Striving with the grim kind of determination that can only come from a place of compassion and care. Like my world is worth saving, and not just his.

Which is rather fitting, I think.

I think what makes this even more exceptionally heartbreaking is that to Crowley, Aziraphale is basically saying in so many words that he doesn’t love him as he is, the demon that despite being a demon, has gone out of his way for Aziraphale time and time again and been there for him every single time he needed it. He wants the Crowley that is “good” by default, uncomplicated and easy to love, not the actual, complicated person he’s been through thick and thin with and has had to work through difficult situations and emotions with. God, that is such a fucking gut punch

“Good Omens Season 2 will be quiet, and gentle, and romantic.”

We could've been us.