This sentence will end.
One day our sun will die.
There is an end, to everything and everyone.
Biology teaches young children that ends are natural.
Literature teaches us that words may linger but people fade away.
Yet, a young girl can't grasp letting life take it's undeniable course.
She ponders and cries. She waits and flees.
The sweet surrender is an event she hopes to postpone.
She crosses her fingers, chronicles the confusion, and wishes for it to continue.
It: her life, her friendships, the love, the happiness, the peace.
Somewhere in between the sentences, in between the deep breaths, she will find her solution.
There will be a holy grail to every situation that has ever presented itself to her.
There will be a holy grail to make them stay, to make the peace last, to make them live.
Somewhere she will find the solution to her problem and the problem will be no more.
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