There are no words to correctly describe this.
The words you’re reading are trying their best, just like the author did.
She was caught up re-reading the same page while a new chapter was waiting to be read.
Then, she got a papercut.
A papercut from the same page she was stuck on.
The pain sunk in and woke her up.
She noticed the new chapter and felt sorry.
Sorry for the neglection she cast upon it.
She started to read it, enjoy it, and never wanted it to end.
New characters got introduced, along with new feelings.
“That isn’t how the chapter was supposed to end.”
Confusion, fear, anger, sadness was all that filled her brain.
She was angry at the words, and what the words told her.
“But, we’re just saying what we said in the last chapter, and you kept reading us then.”
Tears started to escape from her bright, hazel eyes.
She didn’t know why it hurt more.
“It’s because you understand us now,” the words said to her.
She gazed back at the words, with a hopeful look in her eyes.
“In the last chapter, you were a child. You didn’t know what all the words meant.”
Memories filled her mind.
“You were just looking at the pictures.”
The pictures popped up on the page.
“Now, you’re reading the story. We tried our best to give you a happy ending…”
It felt like her soul dropped to her toes.
“And we did.”
“Just read the last chapter one more time.”
She flipped the pages, past the sadness, and through the good parts.
Then, she stumbled upon the page.
The page that had given her the papercut.
The words shone brightly on the page.
“Now, she would realize who was in front of her this whole time. A wish come true.”
The words gave her a happy ending.
She remembered all the eyelashes and shooting stars.
All the wishes were to finally get to the next chapter.
The papercut made her realize the pictures weren’t as pretty anymore.
She flipped back to the page she left on.
“Admire the new photos and words while you still can. You’ll read the next chapter soon.”