The feeling eats away at you,
your stomach twisting, turning, trying to make its own escape from the inevitable.
The inevitability of the end.
Your eyes scan, afraid, afraid.
Your fingers clench, anticipation clawing you.
Your toes curl, bracing yourself for what's to come.
You wish to close your eyes,
but that would obscure your view.
And you will not end a coward,
but rather a brave soul facing forward.
Facing your future,
which lies in what is to come.
You turn the page, exhale a breath as your eyes devour.
Heart thunders, fingers tremble.
The End.