They say that love stories have to end in death. They say it’s not a true love story if they don’t. That’s true, in most cases. Everyone dies at the end. Everyone’s life comes to an end. Everyone experiences death.
But what about a love story where the characters are immortal? Say they never die. Therefor this story has no real ending, even after the characters have gone their separate ways, in every relationship there’s a ‘what if’ after they break up, you still think of them often.
The end of everything, in this world, is death. Everyone’s life is going to end, and it’s not something that can be denied. Nobody has the privilege to say there’s no such thing. I’m sure everyone knows this, unless you were born yesterday. You were probably not informed that in one hundred years most of us will be dead.
The problem with most books- love stories that is- is that when the main character or his/ her lover dies, it puts romance into death. Death doesn’t mean you’re in love. If someone gets shot it wasn’t because someone loved them, it was because there was a psychopath on the loose. Wouldn’t a person rather live and be in love? Wouldn’t it be a lot more romantic, if they could grow old together, and when they die, they will have lived there life together, and so they can die knowing that they lived life to the fullest and beyond, and the truest life they could ever have?
The end of a story, and the end of a book, are not the same thing. Every story lives. The end of the book is simply where the author chose to abandon the characters. Afterwards anyone could pick up the story and continue it. Maybe the characters didn’t die yet, and they’re still in love. You could write that. Surely copyrights would keep you from publishing it, but you can still write, my friend.
At the end of the book, if the main character or his/ her lover does not die, I suppose it’s putting a twist on reality. People don’t hear it very much. Most of these books of love stories do end in death.
In the love story that I live in, of course it will end in death. When I die, and when he dies, it shall be over. But a lot happens before that. I’m probably not going to get married to this guy, but that’s alright. Chances are it will end terribly and I’ll be heartbroken. But it’s still a lovely story. We still managed a relationship in this messed up world. We still found each other.
So all- most- love stories end in death. The story isn’t over, but when it is the main character shall be dead. But that doesn’t make it romantic. Death isn’t romantic, is it?
