Another weird fact--
Ever finished reading a book and when you turned the last page you felt your world going silent, time froze and wished to remain silent for the rest of your life? Well, at the end of every book, I imagine all characters; the protagonist, the antagonist, the deuteragonist, secondary characters-- everyone in matter of fact, even the dead ones in the journey. In my imagination? Everyone is alive, standing together. All the hate or conflict is gone. This is nothing but a bunch of people that fabricated an interesting set of story, smiling and looking at the camera.
Then the camera goes off to catch the moment after. The picture has been taken. The book is officially closed.
And I'm left there feeling a little bit nostalgic; a symptom of being a book hungover.