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May 9, 2023 8:14:17 GMT -6
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Skye looked at the boxes that filled her room and sighed, she hadn't taken much to California when she left, but she swore her clothes multiplied in the two and a half years since then. No matter, there was just one more left to pack, after all. As she reached the back of her closet, folding and tossing hoodie after hoodie into the box, she paused at the last outfit: a uniform. Gunmetal grey in color, accented with blue, complete with reflective cuffs that amplified the light from her palms ever so slightly.
In fact, as she looked, the room around her emanated with a blue light that matched her pixie cut, and as she picked up the X-Men uniform and held it in her hands, a single tear fell on it as she was overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt. She felt she was making the right decision by going back, but she also felt she was making the right decision when she'd moved to California, too. After a moment she very gingerly folded the uniform and placed it in the box much more gently than she had the hoodies.
"Hey, you okay in here, Rainbow?" A bright voice said after a light knock on the open door.
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks, Darren. Sorry about leaving so….suddenly but–"
"You're good. Keith and I loved having you; you were one of our better roommates by a mile."
"It's been nice, really. I just…I don't know I guess I suck at goodbyes but I'm really good at the leaving part…"
"Hey, times change, seasons change, and so do people. Sometimes you just have to migrate."
"Sometimes I just wonder…maybe I never should have left," she murmured, sitting on the bed.
"I think you did what you needed to. You learned some lessons, got a couple of novels under your belt, and now you're going back home. Nothing wrong with that."
Skye smiled weakly, giving a nod through tears as the blue light never waned.
"How are you getting to the airport?" "Oh I was just gonna call a cab or a Ryde or something."
"Nonsense. Keith and I will take you. Even did you a favor and tore up your last rent check. Our treat."
"Thanks. You didn't have to."
"We wanted to."
The quiet ride in Keith and Darren's car turned to a quiet airplane ride, which turned to a quiet Ryde. Skye Sinclaire had finally made it….home.
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