No Room for Happy Endings

Where is the happy ending?

I held the book that I had poured my heart into for the past week, barely in my hands. The sense of accomplishment and completeness I often looked for at the end of every read had been replaced by despair and emptiness. Where was the happy ending I had hoped for? Part of me thought I must have read it wrong. Surely, it could not have ended that way. Perhaps there would be a sequel where they would joke and say “Ha! We fooled you”. It couldn’t end this way. But it did, and now I can’t cope. All I want is one happy ending. One happy ending, so I could forget that they so seldom happen in my own life. But if make believe stories can’t have happy endings, then what hope is there for mine? 

Author's Note

This is just an idea that came to my mind, after my heart was destroyed after the end of a show I was watching. I want to expand on this in the future.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

That's a bit how I remember feeling after watching "Bridge to Terebithia". Sometimes such disappointment has to be counteracted with it's opposite. This happens to me with food sometimes, when I eat something so awful (like fast food) that I have to make the next meal a really good one.