A part of me wants to ruin the endings of all the books for you, and I won't even bother with spoiler alerts.
Alice does drugs.
The blind get their sight back.
Ed Kennedy is the message.
Harry's a horcrux.
Billy Pilgrim has PTSD.
Wendy goes back to London.
And everyone dies.
They're bitter and they're rabid.
Sometimes wishing they could change, but knowing it's impossible, the endings come together in a bar.
Romances dancing and tragedies drinking hard liquor.
The bitter sweet in-betweens order food occasionally.
The whores in the back room getting used. True love and funerals and plot twists.
Pretending they don't know what comes next.
Because it doesn't matter if it comes as a surprise.
The end was there from the beginning.
Waiting for you.
Pacing back and forth and laughing with all the other endings.
"She doesn't see me coming," they say.
"They never do."
-M
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