Finishing a Book
I finished this one book series a few minutes ago and I just started breaking down in tears. I'm not one to become extremely emotionally attached to fictional characters either. It might have something to do with being an author. I think it has taught me that even though I'm reading about them on a page and I will never meet them in real life, they are in fact real. They are real because I believe in them. Their pain is mine, their victories are mine. I share in their struggle and joy. I feel the bittersweet ending and I beg for more. It's like someone tried to stab you in the heart, but missed. Now you'll be bleeding out slowly, dying slowly. Books do that to you. They kill you. They suck you in, then suck you of your emotions and life source. Books are a savior and a curse.