Dear little one,
I wonder if you would miss me this much if I was the one that died. I wish I was.
No I don't think you would have. I wasn't your life. You wanted me because I knew you didn't need protecting. Because I didn't treat you like a child. I treated you like the queen you were, like I knew you would someday be. You wanted me because I knew who you really were.
I think I'll stop writing to you now. Would you like that?
-Death
YOU ARE READING
Dear little one
Short StoryThis is a book of letters from someone who calls themselves Death writing to the love of their life after her body has been found by humans again.
