Well, at least the people of Whickber Street didn't have to worry about a maniac brainwashing them all so he could play romcom Barbies with them, at least for a bit.
Until they all ceased to exist, that is.
Yay?
The more I think about it the more I realise this thing was fuuuucked from the first scene of S2, when they introduced that Before the Beginning scene of Aziraphale making butter-my-muffin eyes at unnamed angel Crowley. And then all that toot about manufacturing meet cutes with rain and umbrellas, when their original meet cute - the iconic one from the book - was right there.
I'm sorry, but nobody with an iota of skill as a storyteller could have missed that, let alone turned that unnamed angel into the subject of Aziraphale's eternal yearning when Crowley was also right there.
He doesn't even get a name! We have no idea who he was before he fell, besides that he had fun hair and liked making stars. He's not the one Aziraphale spent six thousand years with, but in the end a version of Aziraphale gets a version of him? I mean, the ineptitude of it is just breathtaking.
Clearly shit-for-brains had designs on writing a romcom, but as a romance writer myself I can only sit back and gawk at how hard he fucked this. If you wrote this as a romance ending you'd be tarred and feathered. Your Goodreads reviews would shit the bed as hard as if you'd been caught plagiarising, ChatGPTing, or sockpuppeting mean reviews of other authors work. Your name would be mud, hot dogshit, a byword for wasted time and someone who Just Doesn't Get It.
And you'd deserve it.