I've just finished the last book on the vampire chronicles (Twilight, Newmoon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn). I'm satisfied that it has a good ending but it left me feeling empty, like always whenever I finish a movie/drama/book that I liked. I feared the end, but the urgency to find out the plot pushed me to move on, to keep it going.
I was so engrossed with the story, it was playing like a movie in my head. I read the books vigorously, oblivious to time or hunger. I felt my eyes tired and dry but I refused to give in. It felt as though I was part of the story, intertwined.
And all of a sudden, it reached an end. The raw emotions of a happy ending were ripped abruptly from me, something in me was missing and I was left empty. I blinked on the screen on my laptop, the brightness was painfully glaring. Reality hit me unexpectedly.
I was devastated to find the alluring fantasies gone. I was desperate to find a replacement, anything to pull me away from reality back into the depths of imagined excitement. And then, I realise, I was hungry. :) Time to eat.
