short stories

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It's unsettling to think of, isn't it?
The whole world wouldn't feel the change once you've gone. Such an intrusive thought, right?
You know that feeling. The feeling of an emptiness deep inside, making you feel small and almost like nothing.
Does it make your breathing short and shallow like it does mine?
But it's only a thought, am I right?
The world's big yet, so is the desire to stay. You know the ones who all would be affected, no matter how many times you tell yourself that no one is there for you when you're at your lowest.
Why have such a thought push you down even lower?
Do you really think of yourself that much of a burden for them?
Come on. You and I both know that you love how pretty the sun and moon shine each passing day.
This feeling you have has a name. The feeling that you and I share.
Would you like to know what it is?
It's quite simple really. The name is Mithenness.
Simple right?
Well, why have it control over what you do?
Disappearing isn't the best choice when places and people can be so pretty.
I know it's hard, but listen to me, just this once.
Life isn't always going to be the best, but there are experiences that you'll have that will make you happy. I've gone this far, can you stay with me to witness many more of those experiences?
I'd like to share so many more memories with you than I have.
Is that dumb of me to admit?
Is it rude?