Leaving [a fic, not a promise].
I’m going back. I know it was hard enough on you last time. I know it’s worse now, because it’s my choice. I’m not running away from you – I’d love for you to be able to come too. But I don’t think I have enough space for the whole planet to come along, and everyone would want to come if they knew.
Sound doesn’t travel in a vacuum, but that doesn’t mean that space is silent. It speaks directly to you, without need of vibrations. Its voice is much deeper than any way of communicating we have found.
I need to hear its song again.