Aziraphale stood at the edge of the park, facing in toward the center, thinking how strange it was that a town could get under your skin the way this one had. He felt rather certain this would be his last look at the park, at the buildings around it, at the school up on the hill. But he was taking some of the best memories he'd ever created with
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He couldn't help thinking, as he made his way to the park, that he'd done this before, but that thought was immediately followed by the realization of how much he'd changed since that last goodbye . . . and the first time he'd met Aziraphale in this park. He wasn't the hesitant fifteen-year-old in puppy love any more, or the boy still negotiating his first heartbreak, and yet, he wouldn't say he was anywhere near grown up.
Time was . . . well, it was something, all right.
He stood with his hands in his pockets and a slightly forced smile on his face for a moment or two before speaking. "You really have to do this, huh?"
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"I guess we can't hog you forever," he said slowly. "Doesn't mean I don't wish we could."
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"Big Brother... I wish you didn't have to go."
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He didn't say anything, words had already been used up the night before but he curled one arm around the angel's waist and looked out across the pond.
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Aziraphale put his arm around the young doctor and tilted his head to rest it against Wilson's. He needed to soak up as much of the man's presence as he could, and after a moment he turned his head and pressed his face into his mate's hair.
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"Wings?"
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It's been lovely, guys. Thank you.
(Aziraphale is going on "townlumni" status, so anyone who would like to write, call or email him can do so in this post.)
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D: D: D:
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