Reader

Prologue

Is this it?

I never thought it would...would...*sigh* would be like this.

So is this...

Is...

Is this how I'm going to die?

Like this?

By the eyes of you, reader. As you read, every word you read, every sentence you finish and carry on reading...

you've taken my breath away. this is a lot to take in I understand you must be confused and your emotions must be mixed, the urge to continue reading to see what happens in the end or the urge to save me by not reading this sentence. But it does make you feel empty, you've grow an attachment to me, and I with you...

I understand if you haven't, but I am merely a figment of someone's imagination, created by a simple thought.

Say, what do you think of me?

It's a strange question to ask but, how do you picture me if you were to write this story? am I tall or am I short, what do I look like in your mind as you read this.

*cough-cough*

I'm sorry it's just... you're reading a bit fast, we must have gotten carried away. But you, reader. You are the one I want to finish the story with.

You must end my journey for me...finish this story.

My last thought to end with you.

It sounds cliché. but it's not! The truth is ever since you started reading you have taken me out of this story and started your own! with me in it!

You have given me a new life. but will you continue it for my sake or will you carry on with your life?

I don't want to be selfish but, I want to carry on living...but my destiny is changing with every word you read. Will you do me favour? share my story with the person closest to your heart and tell them of what you experienced. Now you're starting to read faster with every word being shorter and the sentence being extended because really, I'm just trying to...avoid...the...inevitable.

My world is becoming dark.

Have you...given up on me?

Are you still there?

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Of course, you are

If you weren't then, well we won't know will we because you, reader are still reading this story. I'm not angry or anything even though the tone implied during that last sentence seemed to be a tone of anger and dismay but it's just... I don't know if I'm ready to go...It seems we have gone off track.

How do I accept that you are the one...that the moment you...end my story?

You are death for me...

You are the executioner at my trail...

How do I accept that? How would you accept it because right now I feel so many emotions and I can't handle it but look at the words, you are looking at my life and its slowly slipping because you are still reading my story, our story.

This isn't the end of the story, this is just the beginning.