Its been eight months since you went missing when you make your way back home, you barely recognized anything You had no memory of it No memory of the man laying on the couch surrounded by alcohol. You looked at the photos that littered the wall of your supposed bedroom. Nothing was able to be recalled. So, you grabbed a bag and started packing. Though you didn't notice the man had woken up and was standing in the doorway, a tear in his eye.

"(Y/N)?" The man says startling you.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are talking about."

(Couldn't find a sad Crowley Gif but this is for anyone and the same thing applies to Ana.)