“It feels like someone tore away the other half of the book that I was reading. Probably, I might never get that other half again. I might spend my whole life trying to comprehend how this story would end. But while I hold this half, and read it, I end up seeing a different ending every time. While some of these are worse, and some are beautiful, they all manage to leave a void, which I’ll never be able to explain with my mere words. Which makes me wish for that other half of the book even more.”
