The book needs to be closed, but I'm reluctant to do it. My hand lingers over the final page, cursing it is the last. Tears roll down my face, falling on the pages below me. They fade the text that has been written down, they erase the dreams we shared. You caught me when I was falling, you guided me through the dark. Now you leave me in this desert and there is nowhere I can run. How will I find my way in this eternal darkness? Because even though I look, I cannot see anything; even though I listen, I cannot hear anything; even though I touch, I cannot feel anything. I am nothing but an empty shell in this world. My dreams have been forsaken, my trust has been lost and my hopes have been stolen. With a scream I close the book, letting my tears flow on its cover. You made your choice and it didn't include me.