Literature
I'll be coming back for you
As the rocket shot up into the great expanse of milky winter skies above, straight towards the sun's pale saffron glow, the roar of the engine flooded my eardrums and the tremors started vibrating throughout my entire frame, rattling my bones, and my heart tightened in my chest but not with nerves, no; with regret because I was leaving you behind, girl. You told me to go, when you wrapped your arms around my shoulders, the last time we saw each other, telling me not to feel guilty about this snap-decision, but you should have known that asking that of me was useless. Yes, you should've known, Princess, that I'd be looking down, as the aircraft propelled me upward, higher and higher off this cursed ground, as I gripped the compass on a chain that you gifted me, a long time ago, willing my hands to stop shaking, to stop staining the clear shiny surface with my sweat and shameful tears, as I wished to God that I had stayed.. And often it felt like one of us was always leaving the other
