“Wait! Wait for me! Where are you going?” cried the little one, running up to the vanishing silhouette.
“Why are you going so fast? Don’t—don’t leave me…You said we’d always be together!”
“Where I’m going,” said the taller one, stopping to kneel besides the other, “you can’t follow. I need to go alone.”
“But you have to take me with you! You have to! You said it that if we weren’t together then, then it doesn’t mean anything. If I’m not with you, you’ll let yourself become sad.” whimpered the child.
“Childhood,” murmured the other, a melancholic smile tugging at their mouth and one hand ruffling the child’s hair, “I would have let myself become sad a long time ago if you hadn’t been there. I would have lost my way, I would have lost you and I would have lost me.” The older one’s voice was now watery, tremulous. “And not having you, I will surely get a little lost, but I’m doing it for you. I can’t bring you this time around. They don’t like children where I’m going. They’ll hurt you. But I’ll always remember you.
I am here because of you, you know? If there’s no you, there’s no me. I’ll come back for you, I promise.”