i love this! It's poetic and angsty. The words, the flow of it was so distant, yet so sad, too.

I always like stories about the end, yet there are so very few out there. It's always the beginning that makes people sigh happily...and the end, well, it's best avoided.

I've been trying to write a story, similar to this, but couldn't voice out the finality of what "The End" can really mean. Maybe I'm too optimistic...

But this little vignette captured what "The End" really means. The fact that she left the photograph and walked away without any means of looking back (as I have taken the photgraph to symbolize) is really The End.

Thanks for this!