Dear Suzanne Collins,

Obviously, when you wrote The Hunger Games, you didn't take into account the people in this world who are like me. Who like happy endings. No, more than that.

Satisfying endings.

The kind where no one crucial dies, only sub-plot type characters. Something happens within that oh-so-twisted love triangle that makes it okay for the character in question to choose the lover of their(my) choosing, and the other one still ends up happy. The victory is won, the characters you think are trustworthy ARE, and the ones you never liked from the beginning reveal their true evils and die at the climax of the battle. 

Yeah, that'd be good. 

But no.

You just had to go and kill off the wrong people. Put the other half of the triangle off in some remote place where neither the characters nor I get any sense of closure. And then you leave everyone with this haunting, heavy kind of sadness that never goes away, not even in the epilogue. 

NOT EVEN THE EPILOGUE WAS SATISFYING!!!!!

And that, my dear, is called crossing the line. I had such high expectations. Granted, the ending was thrilling. But not up to par. Not by my standards. 

You don't mess with the epilogues. The epilogues of life are my saving grace. 

"Is that the light at the end of the tunnel, or just the train?"

-Owl City