I don’t understand how you could just leave like that.
No goodbye, no explanation, nothing, like turning the page and finding the next one blank.
It’s like reading a really great novel that you’re mesmerized by and can’t put down.
You have finally gotten to the last chapter where you will find out what it all meant, whether it will turn out victorious or disastrous, whether the hero rises or falls, whether the heart gets mended or broken.
Still left with so many ‘what if’s’ and then you manage to tear yourself away from it for a brief few minutes to do something else.
When you return, you find the book gone.
You look everywhere but can’t seem to find it.
You are crushed. You will never get to read that last chapter and it’s killing you cause you’ll never know what happened.
Of course you could go through all the work of searching bookstores and online websites to try and find another copy but this particular book is very rare.
It took a decade to find this one… It could take even longer to find another.
Do you spend all your life seaching for that book to finally read the ending?
Or do you decide that maybe the ending isn’t as important as you thought it was?