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The amber sea of grain blur together as shades of pink and yellow spread across the clear sky. The train rumbles under Aziraphale’s body, chugging along on the tracks. The sleek, modern, and clean train cabin’s filled with parents and their children, and couples, old and young, chatting about everything and nothing.
He leans into the plush black seat as a waitress sets down a sandwich and a glass of water. The loneliness leaves him more hungry than anything.
Aziraphale plucks his wallet from his pocket, then pulls out 20 bucks and some quarters. He hands it to the waitress who takes it with a smile. The waitress moves to a young, happy couple, chatting about something. Aziraphale couldn't tell, and didn’t have the heart to listen.
His heart aches, knowing he’s over a thousand miles away from Crowley. They only grow further and further apart with every second the train runs down the tracks across the midwest.
Aziraphale picks up the sandwich. Short, small bites follow each other, the flavorless blob sits in his mouth. He forces himself to swallow, gagging at the texture. His stomach quickly fills with heartache.
He closes his eyes, wishing Crowley was here next to him, leaning his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder. When he opens his eyes, he turns to see no one else sitting there.
He can feel his heart break like a glass plate smashed on the floor. He’s been trying to glue it back together, his fingertips enduring the thousands of tiny cuts.
Everyone lied to him. They told him this was supposed to be the best 2 years of his life.
It’s turned into the worst nightmare he’s ever been awake to witness.
It started in Provo.