Dear heart,
I suppose this is the finale, the conclusion, the denouement. This will be my last letter addressed to my body. This will also be my suicide note for the poor ones who will discover my dead body. To any doctors or anyone who happens to unfortunately meet paths with me, please do not try to resuscitate me. I have done this for a reason. I want this all to end. It's all been very hard for me and I will not be able to stand returning to this hellhole. Please have some empathy for me.
Your life will soon end, little organ who pumps blood around my body. I think you've taken too much damage already. Thank you for all the hard work and for all the effort you've put in to trying to keep me alive. I'm sorry for putting you through this stress. I'm sorry that your efforts were all for nothing and have come to waste.
Nevertheless, I think it's time to relieve you from your duties. It's time you have some rest. You deserve it.
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
Short Story[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
