When you mean it, I'll believe it (oh I'm not coming back)

I am carrying Ryan on my shoulders. My fists are holding onto his ankles and he has his arms wrapped around my head, terrified. It is storming and we have to get away. I take of my cap and put it on his head, hoping it might take away a bit of the rain and wind from his eyes. I run as fast as we can possibly go, but the road is wet. It is raining so heavily. We are the only ones around. My slippery footsteps as I rush down the stone steps are in phase with my pounding heart. I hold on tighter to him as I blink away the rain and continue running.