Literature
Cross My Heart I: Never Let You Go.
Never Let You Go.
The moon; I hadn't seen the moon before.
This beautiful, glowing orb suspended in the dark blue sky that seemed to consist of sparkling velvet, small gems embedded in the soft darkness, wrapping around the outside of the world in a warm blanket of security and comfort. I had dreamed of it, for a long time; this moon, this shimmering, iridescent orb. I had dreamed of stepping barefooted, without the tight-fitting long-fall boots curving around my aching feet, calloused and sore from overuse, on soft grass, springy and fresh, spreading out amongst this field of green. No longer present was the sharp smell of chemicals that bu