Happy Ending

Once I read somewhere that no matter how much you try some stories just don't have a happy ending. And just like a snake dances to the charm of the charmer, my thoughts also started coiling around this particular saying as it hit too close to home. While dwelling on this matter I couldn't come to a conclusion per say but I did found myself inclining towards a different approach. You see I can't pin point many fingers in this area as I had very well gotten my happy ending, I died and that was my happy ending. When I blinked for the first time and saw this world with those shimmery eyes I could almost feel the fullness, I could taste the liveliness of it all in the first breath I took. But now all I feel is emptiness, all I taste is nothingness and all I see is darkness. It's like the life that was infested in me had reached its expiration. The willingness to live sucked out of me, just like the black hole sucks in the stars of the galaxy. I was dangling on the edge of it all and for the best or the worst I wanted to tip towards nothingness I wanted it all to be over I wanted the pain to be over and given the choice between feeling pain and nothing I wanted to choose nothing I was just a withering and breathing mess. I felt so burdened by it all, even breathing felt like a chore in itself I wanted to leave it all behind, I wanted to be done with this. Living wasn't an option anymore because I couldn't. And just when I took my last breath I felt relieved, I felt it all leaving, I was there going away and away from it in ways I can't explain and finally I was free, free of it all.

There is no real happy ending or unjust ending for that matter, it's just the point where you stop the story that matters.