The movie left her empty. She didn't see the names passing on the black screen, nor did she really hear the music, echoing and fading. All of her surroundings were blurry and unimportant, her eyes were locked onto the screen, but unable to see. She just laid on her bed, completely still, with her hands contorted into weird figures around her head, just reliving the last moments of the movie again and again and again. A single tear ran down her cheek. Her lower lip started twitching and a second one followed. She then rolled onto her back, hands still on her face, as the music went silent for a bit, only to be replaced by a wolf's howl. She jist stared at the ceiling, crying. Her thoughts were both still and racing at the same time. She just couldn't grasp what just had happened, yet it was so crystal clear. But why, oh, why did it had to be this way? Why? If he only had climbed that fence... Another tear found its way down her cheek. The ending hadn't been bad or unsatisfactory, it was just perfect, yet so undeniably sad.
Her cat jumped onto her bed, breaking her stare, and demanded pats. She obliged. Then she rubbed her cheeks a few times amd sat up. She texted her mom about the movie, how she should watch it, but she already knew she wouldn't. She never did. But she just had to talk about it with someone. That's what made her sad. She was all alone with her cat, crying over a lost love in a fictional world. She loved these movies, but they always made her sad. They made her feel numb. She had no one to experience the movies with, the stories, the pain and the love she had for them. So she talked to her cat about it. Still crying, she pat it and rambled about the movie, especially the ending, and she tried to convince herself they might still find a way to be together, even now, even after everything that happened. She liked happy endings more than sad ones, but this one was justified. Very much so.
After her last tear dried, she rolled around again, grabbed her phone, and started writing. And here I am.