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Warnings: Still none. Summary: Drabble. They'll never be allowed back. The two beings--one dark, one light--stared into the sky. Their eyes were fixed on one tiny white star as if it was the center of their worlds. In a way, it was. "Will we ever go back there?" the light one asked, wide blue eyes full of tears. He missed that place, with its humans and books and ducks. He really missed the ducks. "Maybe," the dark one murmured, though its snake-like eyes were sad. He wanted his car back. And he wouldn’t mind some ducks either. "I miss it already," the light one sighed, putting its head on its companion’s shoulder. "The only good thing about this place is being here with you." "Earth needed a vacation anyway," the dark one tried to joke, but gave up when the light one gave him a teary glare. "Don’t cry, angel. There’s nothing to cry about. I’m sure we’ll find someone here." The light one just buried his face into the dark one’s shoulder. The dark one sighed and wrapped his arms around the other, closing his eyes as well--from the view, from the memories. Overhead the star burned on, cold and white and distant.  find your way home
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