1095 Pages

Felt like typing something profound, sok-metaphorical and perhaps way more implicit than usual. Could've been longer but I ran out of ideas.

It wasn't even 1095 pages yet but it felt like they've known each other for longer than 5 novels, thought the words and papers would keep turning, but they don't.

Book 1

She wasn't interested, she was shy, he was neutral, he was young. It didn't take long for her to like him enough to give him a birthday present. There was a trait about the new neighbour that destiny has planned in order for them to form something special. It was only the second chapter. They grew fond of each other as time went by; but before you know it both of them were already having an argument - it was in May or April, she can't remember, but it was a childish reason. They didn't want to watch the same movie.
Each were in love with another person but that didn't stop them from maintaining a bond. She was the one he chose, but she never found him that valuable yet.

Book 2

When did she? It was a new book, and it started with fresh contradiction. The first misunderstanding. And it wasn't even 365 pages. A little shout here, a little sorry there, a bit of rejection, a mass of tears; keep flipping, oh look they're already happy.
Maybe she finally realised his importance after a significant amount of sheets. Why is it with immature fights? Why in occassions where all is unrewriteable? He blamed her for everything, and she tried to pull him back, although this proved her to be a failure. But he returned, so the numbers continue to increase.
They came back from summer vacation. For more than two months she felt fine without him around. It was a new chapter, which started off with an unpleasant spark, none of which she intended to light up. He finally learnt to say sorry and all goes well 'til the end of this book.

Book 3

He told her he felt for someone else more than her, but she didn't mind. Instead she supported him all the way, reminding herself that she too has someone she finds immensely more golden than him.
However, still at the beginning, a sheet of paper burns up with a heated fight that haunted her for the first time; a real reason to cry, a mature reason to dispute - feelings. Paragraphs after that never align the same anymore.
He gave them a name that should have been brought up since the first time they met. As if her own mother said the words, she lived by it, and died halfway. More and more confessions, rambles and rants filled the lines chapter by chapter. How can such a beautiful term be wrecked so soon? After 730 pages, probably 400 later than him, she finally, truly realised what he was to her.
There's still a large part left in the book nevertheless. Summer felt different this time. When she looked back through the thickness, she couldn't help but to ponder at how much they've grown. How much have happened.
The end is nearing; and life rips them up to pieces but they endured through all the pain and suffering and managed to quickly continue a fresh sheet together. They could highlight all the disputes, label all the mean remarks, indicate all the constant silent distances in such short chapters, but they could never close that book.

Book 4

Until. Love and jealousy became fragile, destructible. She was inable to support him anymore, but thought that with her sacrifice, her promises; he thought that with his words, his attention, the sentences would flow corrected once more. Four chapters went well before the fifth saw the sorrow. She didn't want stupid things to get in the way of this supposedly never-ending tale. He didn't want minor things to get in the way of their supposedly ever-lasting chain. They wanted to believe. But the sixth, seventh, eight, ninth, tenth chapters weren't right.
There are still hundreds of pages left before the book ends, but they shall remain empty unless someone opens it up and starts to write the continuation.
He thinks it's his apology, she thinks it's how he left her.

So for now, and perhaps maybe forever, the story has ended.