i am feeling that sense of loss when you finish a book and you don't know what to do next.
because witches and their magic don't exist where you live,
because no guy in this world is ever going to buy you a horse as beautiful as it is dangerous to take you to your death,
because no song is going to bend anything no matter how loud and how beautiful you sing,
no, not where i'm from.
and here, endings are a mystery.