WTNV One Shots [Welcome to Night Vale] [Cecilos - Kevin/Diego] (boyxboy)

Homecoming

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Hello faithful reader. If you are reading this the day I posted it, you know that tomorrow (October 15th) a new episode of Welcome to Night Vale is being released. (Or if you're like me, it's being released tonight. AKA. You're staying up all night to hear it right when it comes out.) As you probably already know, this is the last real episode being aired until December 1st. I don't know about you, but my heart is already broken beyond the point of repair after waiting six months for Carlos to come home. He needs to come back to Night Vale in this new episode. We know that the episode is entitled "Homecoming" and, unless this is some cruel and twisted joke, he very well might. For now, I can only write, counting down the hours. For now, you can only read, probably doing the same. Enjoy dear reader! :)

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Six months. Four days. Three hours. Twenty-two minutes. Forty-seven seconds. Forty-eight... Forty-nine... Fifty...

Carlos promised he'd be back in a few weeks. He promised he would take Cecil out to Gino's for their anniversary. He promised to call every night. Carlos wasn't good at keeping promises.

Cecil promised himself he would stay strong. That he would always have faith. Cecil promised himself he wouldn't resort to drinking. He wasn't very good at keeping promises either.

Carlos quickly became distracted by his new and fascinating environment.

Cecil's pantry quickly filled with wine bottles.

The phone calls quickly became few and far between.

Cecil's dreams were plagued with closed doors and broken phones. With a dead buzz on the other end of the line.

Carlos's sleep was interrupted by swirling sand and blinding light. With nightmares of a certain radio host drinking to forget.

Cecil missed the sleepy mornings and not-so sleepy nights. He missed cuddling on the couch and surprised visits at work.

Carlos missed the warmth of arms around him and a boyfriend murmuring traffic reports in his sleep. He missed movie nights and bring- your- significant - other - to - work - day.

They missed each other.

They were starting to give up hope.

When Carlos saw the door, he thought he was hallucinating.

Cecil thought the Old Oak Door in his living room was an illusion.

Through the small crack, Carlos could smell vanilla and cinnamon. It smelled like Cecil...

The warm scent of dry sand and maple candy drifted through the small opening. Carlos...?

A burst of bright white light.

An open door.

A scientist.

A radio host.

A home.

Tears.

Kisses.

Whispered promises.

Carlos was home.

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(Can't write a closing. Too many feels.............!)

-Seres

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