Every time I finish a book I love, my heart breaks a little. I feel as if after giving me the best of their world the characters I’ve come to love abandon me and go on with their lives. As if I never existed. Then I remember; They have every right to do so. I don’t belong there. I belong here. In reality. A world that will never be as exciting as theirs.
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