Ends aren’t always a bad thing, in fact, they very rarely are. And there are many things that don't really end, though the implications might rather be too broad on its own. Nevertheless, ends are just something beginning once more, in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending—they are merely a bridge for something new to cross over to life.
But most importantly, it’s always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, burning bridges...It doesn't matter what we call it. What matters most is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over. Those moments may be over, but the memories last—if you allow them to.
A parable. Everything has to come to an end, sometimes. Sooner than expected...Later than needed...Or just the perfect timing...It doesn’t matter. Everything will eventually descent and be stripped bare, and it will leave you as you were at your core. All endings are equally painful. It’s life. Things change and friends leave, and the cycle will never halt.
Life doesn't stop for anything.
Her heavy breath and silent sobbing were the only things she could hear now, though she knew that her father was still outside with her plate of dinner.
“Wasting away like an i***t,” Mei thought to herself, “As usual.”