end?

I hate it when books end.

It feels like it's all over.

All those tears, all those grins, are nothing more than a memory. All that building tension and development and then it's just all done. No more pages.

But is it really the end of the story?

Things just can't end that suddenly.

There has to be more.

More love. More tears. More giggles. More throwing the book against the wall in frustration.

There must be more.