They were back.
The place’s beauty never failed to disappoint.
And it didn’t disappoint this time.
They touched the same spots they used to and smelled the same scent.
They saw the same lights and felt the same warmth.
Even the taste was the same.
Like last time, it felt like all they ever wanted and it pulled them deeper and deeper with every passing second.
Were they further than they’d ever been or had they forgotten how far they’d come?
They couldn’t tell how fast they were going or for how long they had been.
But again it didn’t matter.
The path leads to the same destination, the length doesn’t matter.
When they reached the center, they remembered what was coming, yet hesitated to jump.
One last breath and one last tear.
The memories of all the times they’ve been here danced through their mind as they fell.
They barely fought the fall this time.
“Will I ever be back?”
They asked.
“Will you ever stop coming?”
It answered.