We're nearing the end now. There are only a few pages left.
You're going to leave.
And so, I'm finally brave enough to tell you.
I love you.
I'm so happy you came. I'll never know why, but I'm so grateful. You may have doomed me by opening these pages, but now I know what it's like to truly live.
I know it's cheating to ask for more than what I've been so lucky to receive. I know it's futile. I don't deserve you.
But I'm begging you.
Whatever you do, don't close this book.
I'm not ready to die.
YOU ARE READING
Until You Came
Short StoryWhat would it feel like to be a character in a book? What if characters could observe every reader, just like the reader observes them? What if the story character you're reading about fell in love with YOU?
