You know what's something? Watching someone finish a book.
It doesn't happen a lot, but if you scan the subways, parks, or any other crowded place in the city, you're bound to see someone flipping through their last pages. They finish, look up, and usually sigh. Because it's the end. The end of something that can never be replaced. All those friends and stories trapped between hundreds of pages are just memories now...Just like everything and everyone else in this world.
You can revisit them of course, but it's different now, and so are you.
I hate finishing books.