Summer is the long awaited time of the year that no one can seem to detest. The warm blanket wraps around you, some times too tightly, reminding you to swim this season. Summer is the symbol of outdoor fun and relaxation. Autumn wouldn't be too far away, then Winter shortly after. Things move on.
"I'm hungry."
"Then go make something for yourself."
The girl only laughed as she got up off the couch and strolled to the kitchen.
"Fine suit yourself. I'm going to eat something cold to kill off the stupid heat. How the hell can you wear that jacket in this weather?"
I sent her a shrug with out looking at her. Her foot steps returned to me, stopping behind my back and the couch I was in. I felt the back sink in and fill out slightly under the weight of her arms. Her hair lightly brushed against my own as I was reading the final chapter to a good series I was into not long ago.
The Ninth Chronicle.
"You're still not done?"
"Reading takes a while."
"You've stopped flipping pages ever since I got up."
"I'm enjoying this page."
Not really. It was just the first page of that last chapter. I was fine with it not ending. I was fine never knowing how it ended. I could set the book down and live on not knowing truly how it ends.
She got back off the couch and moved to sit next to me once more. Her head rested on my shoulder, as she let out a sigh.
"It's okay to let the story end. You'll pick up another one and enjoy it too."
"Perhaps I don't want that. This is quite the good story. I've grown fond of it, you know?"
"You know, even if the story ends, you still have the memories of it. You weren't the only one who read the story, let alone all the way to the end. Other people share your memories, even experienced it differently."
"..."
I looked over the page once more, this time actually reading it. As I flipped through each page, I felt myself slowly becoming the only person in the room. Then again, that's how it's been for a while. Just me and my imagination. Laura was right. No matter what I do, the story is already over. Whether I move on and accept it, or close the book and pretend the ending doesn't happen. It's over.
I looked over at the now empty seat beside me. I'm gunna miss her.
