There are no happy endings. There are no real endings ever – happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just a part of the one story that binds us both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others’ stories – perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years and them we step out of them again. But all the while, the story just goes on.
Here's a weird thought: What if everyone only has so many words inside of them? Then sooner or later you'd run out of words, wouldn't you? And you'd never know when it was going to happen because everybody would have a different allotment, it would be different for everyone -- the way hair colour varies, or fingerprints. I could be in the middle of a story, and then run out of words, and it'd never be finished. I could be using up the words I need for that story writing this.