"He"
A strange short story written by moi. I might make it into a longer story if you like this shorter version. Enjoy.
P.S. I'll explain the story to anyone who doesn't understand it.
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He.
He sat in a tree, far up in one of the branches. As he looked downwards, he could see the citizens of this town walking underneath him. One of them caught his eye, a young lady of about 20 years. He recognised her face. He hopped down to the cold street below, the breeze blew his hair and he began following the woman. The citizens of the busy street below passed through his body and didn't notice him. This is because he didn't exist.
He wasn't invisible, he wasn't a ghost. He didn't exist. As he followed the woman along the street, he remembered her from the night before. He remembered her... holding the gun... her husband's screams...
He was standing in front of her now, staring at her. Whatever he did, it would not affect her or anyone around her. Whatever he did would not scar reality in any way.
He sometimes wondered how he didn't exist in reality, since he had human emotions and feelings. He wondered these things while he was up his tree, as the birds flew through his body.
And at last, he conceived, he was alone in the universe. Tears ran down his cheek, and as these ran down and dripped onto his shirt, he disappeared. He didn't exist before, he didn't exist then, and he wouldn't exist ever.
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