random stories

Die A Little

When you said you were angry I wanted to know why; what had I done to make you so upset? I didn't like seeing you upset.

But you didn't care, I guess it was foolish of me to do such thing. Care.

Funny, isn't it?

How I cared so much and yet- I was merely another spec in your universe. Would you notice if I was suddenly gone?

Probably not. You have much bigger, better specs in your life. Hell, they aren't specs. They are stars. They are what you care about; not the mere spec wishing to be a star like them.

You hurt the spec; you make it want to leave. But the spec loves you; it stays. It cares. It's blind.

You crush it, make it feel sorrow. But it stays anyways.

As you are happy with your stars; the spec has a storm.

A storm brewing inside that they could easily release upon you. But they don't because the spec, me, doesn't want to see you fucking hurt. It doesn't matter what you've done to me; you're alright. Holding it inside, I inflict it upon myself so nobody else has to suffer.

And as you live

I die.