Literature
Last Stop
Last Stop. The End.
No one can avoid it. Someday, we all get that ticket to the End of the Line no predicting when. Every one of us once has to stay on the bus when everyone else has gone off, rattling into the unknown. I just didn't expect it to be me this soon.
I think we all pretend that it's ages away, or at times even forget that it exists. I certainly didn't expect it, even though I'd known a few people who someday just had to go. I never tried to ask what was at the Last Stop, never wondered about those who continued after I got off. Maybe because, like everyone else, I already knew, and just wanted to keep the real knowledge