I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
I've spent months connected to these characters,
Thousands of hours thinking about their next moves.
I don't want to leave them,
Not yet, it's too soon,
But yet, the ending has come.
It doesn't feel real.
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.
The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,
We stand on the dock,
The sun has set,
But I can see your happiness
Even in the dead of night.
The streetlight's on,
The metal is all rusted
And covered in salt,
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