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Illustration: An open book on a garden table with the wind lifting and turning its pages, a pressed leaf between them, blurred flowers behind (no readable text).

Realizations

Some chapters end without a goodbye. Turn the page anyway.

Some chapters end without a goodbye. The friend who drifted. The door that closed without an explanation. The season that just… stopped.

We keep reading the last page over and over, looking for the closure that isn't written there.

But not every chapter gets a proper ending. Sometimes the wind simply turns the page. You're allowed to keep a pressed leaf from it, a memory worth saving, and still read on.

Your story didn't end there. It only changed direction. Turn the page anyway.