It presented a moment for reflection upon all that had happened in that easily definable period of time.  I had stayed so much longer than I ever intended, and now the idea seemed dire rather than optional.  Lives which had once felt endless now showed signs of finitude, and markers once abstract were becoming concrete.

I thought I had to do something and I finally, at long last, see now that I never did.  I could have left just as easily as I entered, and it would have been fine.  It really would have, and that truth felt so tragic and yet so relieving all at once.

The youthful and enchanting voice which had once beckoned from the door way was long gone by now, and the house that had once hinted at aging now felt a fabricated memory, barely a trace left.  There wasn't even time to feel sorrow for the wrong done.  Instead it was simply time to pack up and carry on.

I'm sorry I didn't have faith in you, that I didn't believe you when you asked me to follow and said everything would be fine if I just had faith.  I believe you now, if for no other reason than I am horrified at the sight before me of what can happen if what was never meant to be is left unchecked to grow.

And with that renewed dedication his heart once again was able to cut ties to all that it did not need, and once again the world was full of beauty and possibility.  Indeed, it had never been otherwise, and he rejoiced at his return to the truth.