Leaving night vale hurt, it hurt so much, almost killing him in the process.
(((Run Carlos, Run.)))
Carlos was here, in a safe and warm apartment with the deafening sound of radio static in his ears.
Cecil wasn't there anymore on the airways, broadcasting the tellings and facts of a friendly desert community.
Carlos's mind always wandered back to the final broadcast.
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He had been sitting in their home, the one they had built together, a moment's slumber and a moment's thought.
Fleeting.
The sirens outside started, it was a normal occurrence now.
Then the radio station changed.
It was him.
The panic in his voice.
(((Carlos? Carlos. If you are listening…)
There had been an accident, it was always an accident.
Something that always took them away from him.
He listened to Cecil speak, the terror, the warning that he was not going to make it home.
And finally his goodbyes.
Carlos listened to Cecil, it's what he would have wanted.
And he ran.
He followed the train tracks for miles, days, never stopping.
He was outside of a town that was completely and utterly normal.
The last thing he remembered before he collapsed outside of a diner was the calm and terror in Cecil's last
(((Goodnight, Nightvale, and until we meet again, goodnight Carlos)))
And here he was, haunted and living a robotic and normal life that Cecil would have hated.
It was, of course, only until they met again.
Goodnight, Nightvale…
(((Goodnight)))