When you finish a series, do you ever get that feeling that your life will never be the same? Like, now that the story is over, its takes you a minute to process it. You always expect there to be more to read, more books in that series. But there isn't. It's over. It's like something's missing. Like there should be the next book in your arms, but that book doesn't exist. It feels empty, and all of a sudden, you're overwhelmed with the fact that there will never be more, ever, because it's over. And you fall to your knees, trying to process the fact that your series is over, and you just can't believe it.

Because you had so many moments with the characters. So many feels, and laughs, so many triumphs, and so many falls, and now its done. There's nothing more to read about it. It's all gone. And you wipe away the tears streaming down your face. Because its like now something's missing.

No more battles with Voldemort, because he's already defeated.

No more rebellions against the Capitol, because it already fell.

And you give a gasp of despair. Because you can hardly beloved it.

This is how I feel right now. I have fallen into air of despair.