The Last Chapter
So, this is it. This is the end of it all.
My insides are so heavy right now, that I can't even spill out any word without blood seeping out of my heart.
Last chapter is always the hardest and most heart breaking one to write. Because once you write it down, everything is gone forever. That book would end with a fascinating or a heart wrenching story to tell. Credits would be written in the next page. And then that's it. Over.
But I hope that this book would not be the end of the story. I wish with all my heart that this story would have better sequels in the near future.
This place and its rooms hold so many memories and stories, that there could literally be a library full of it.
The corridors speak to us, like it's been there, seen it all.
The benches and walls have numerous tattoos inked on them; each one holds a very expensive meaning to it.
The playground has everyone's footsteps marked on it, which would can never be washed out by any storms or rain.
The classrooms have been flooding with reminiscence since the beginning of time.
The examination halls witnessed many miraculous abilities and talents.
Some students found there forever in these four walls. While others found that forever is a myth.
Some learned to grow up. While others decided to remain as young as they can be. Some found their future while penning down every last bit of notes, sitting on the first bench.
While others found their life long friendship, earning the title of 'Last Benchers'.
Everyone might be different, but all of us have one thing in common.
And it's that, somewhere between 'crying and begging to not go to school every morning' & 'shedding tears on the last days of school', we all grew up.
I can never thank this place enough for giving me an infinity in 14 years.
My insides are so heavy right now, that I can't even spill out any word without blood seeping out of my heart.
Last chapter is always the hardest and most heart breaking one to write. Because once you write it down, everything is gone forever. That book would end with a fascinating or a heart wrenching story to tell. Credits would be written in the next page. And then that's it. Over.
But I hope that this book would not be the end of the story. I wish with all my heart that this story would have better sequels in the near future.
This place and its rooms hold so many memories and stories, that there could literally be a library full of it.
The corridors speak to us, like it's been there, seen it all.
The benches and walls have numerous tattoos inked on them; each one holds a very expensive meaning to it.
The playground has everyone's footsteps marked on it, which would can never be washed out by any storms or rain.
The classrooms have been flooding with reminiscence since the beginning of time.
The examination halls witnessed many miraculous abilities and talents.
Some students found there forever in these four walls. While others found that forever is a myth.
Some learned to grow up. While others decided to remain as young as they can be. Some found their future while penning down every last bit of notes, sitting on the first bench.
While others found their life long friendship, earning the title of 'Last Benchers'.
Everyone might be different, but all of us have one thing in common.
And it's that, somewhere between 'crying and begging to not go to school every morning' & 'shedding tears on the last days of school', we all grew up.
I can never thank this place enough for giving me an infinity in 14 years.
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