I once read a story where I thought there was a happy ending between the characters. They were so happy, they were perfect for each other. You can see in every words that they were meant for each other. But the end of their happiness arrived along with the final chapter. Finally, in the Epilogue, they weren't together.

While reading the last word of that chapter, I wonder why we can't choose the people who will stay? Why are the people who make us the happiest the ones who leave?

Because of that, I made a promise to myself.

In the stories I write, there will always be a happy ending. I will never write about people leaving in the final chapter of the book.