My world, Your world, Thier world.

With one last look over my shoulder, a mistake, because I see him, longing for me to stay here, with him. His warm brown eyes telling me not to go, and as he calls my name my heart cracks but I force my legs to keep going. I wished with all my heart I would be able to stay by his side.
but I can't. I made a promise.
So with one last sprint, I jump in.

When I open my eyes he's there. The man with the cold blue eyes
"Welcome back."He whispers.