Cliffhangers are the worst because

The worst part about losing something or someone is that you lose them more than once, more than twice, more than you can imagine.

You lose that person when you find that old jumper in the back wardrobe, you lose that person when find that rose you kept all this time, you lose that person when you hear that song play in a shitty elevator and you lose that someone when you find those pictures kept in a box under your bed.

But mostly the worst part about losing you, is that I lose you every night. Until the cells in my brain exhaust from the timeturning-mindfucking thoughts.