What happens next?

I layed there, starring as the breeze of the wind washed over my face. My hair was mashed into
the grass that lay under my body, my hands were freezing and so was the rest of my body,
but I was free. It did not matter what would happen tomorrow, the day after, or years after
this day. The point was, I was finally free. Free of the torment he caused me, free of the
tears I had cried every night for him, free of the memories that flashed acrossed my eyes
everytime I dared to close my eyes, free of the love I felt for him, free of it all. I realized
then, that it had been awhile since I aloud myself to breathe so freely, without worry. The only
quesion I had now was, what do you do when its all over? In movies, they show you only the happy ending,
but nothing afterwards, which I find really cheap, because I see now, that real life is nowhere near
the life of a movie character. Everythings scripted out, its planned, everyone already knows what will
happen in the end, but in real life, no one can prepare you for what will happen. Im at that point in my life
where the happy ending is finished, the lights go out, and the movie is over. What happens next?