Sometimes, people will walk out of your life.
Sometimes they are the ones who promised that they never would.
Their words, trivial, sear each page,
Leaving behind a heavy heart and a deep emptiness.
You skim the last chapters, looking for nonexistent closure.
Running fingers along each word, as though brushing them a certain way would reveal some unseen knowledge.
On a desperate hunt for the catalyst that set this chain of events in motion.
Only to find disappointment in a weak character arc.
It is okay to be sad; to mourn this loss.
The death of a character that has been a long time coming;
and yet in each turn of the page, a dreadf