Thirty pages left?
But he’s already gotten the girl.
His relationship with his brothers
Seems to be on the path of mending.
What else could possibly happen?

It’s already three in the morning.
I’ve nowhere to be today.
My eyes are burning.
I really should get some sleep.
But there’s thirty pages left
And something isn’t quite right.

Maybe a few more pages
Just enough to ease the unsettling
Feeling I have in my stomach.
Surely this author wouldn’t
Let THAT happen.
She wouldn’t break that character so completely,
Not after all he’s been through already.

A few more pages isn’t enough,
I have to keep reading.
I have to know what happens.
I have to know he’s going to be okay.
I have to know, and I have to know NOW.

No, no, no, please dear author
Tell me you didn’t.
Tell me she isn’t dead or dying.
It will destroy him,
Losing that light from his life.

Tears are forming in my eyes.
Do I really want to keep reading?
I have to. I have to know.

A release of breath.
She’s fine, everyone is fine.
They are more than fine in fact.
The story will have a happy ending after all.

It’s been so long
Since I read a book
That kept me up so late.
I am exhausted
From all the emotional bouncing around.
But oh, what a wonderful feeling
To be reading at three in the morning.