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"Can you kill me, please?"

I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.

Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.

"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."

I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.

"Why?"

She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and leaf strewn sidewalks. A short breeze caused the dead landscaping out front to rustle gently but now, it seemed slightly ominous.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Her voice was hollow and even though she was turned away, I could sense the hint of disappointment.

Sighing, I sat on the other side of the bench. Pausing for a minute, I glanced up at the mostly hidden stars. The light pollution made it harder to make out their pinpricks but I managed to spot a few.

"There's the big dipper," I lamely pointed to the stellar collection. The bell on her necklace jingled as she also looked up.

"Ya know," I continued. "Whenever I'm feeling worthless or insignificant, I always look at the night sky. Because it always reminds me that I'm right."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her frown. Her blue eyes narrowed with confusion.

"I don't get it."

Glancing up behind me, the tree branches blocked further investigation.

"It reminds me that I actually am insignificant. That's how we're supposed to be. It's not wrong or crazy. It's actually very realistic."

I leaned back on the bench causing it to creak. A few more stars had survived the glare of the lights. Both of us watched them in silence.

"So..." She looked at me, jingling. "Even if we were to die..."

"The stars would continue on. They don't need us to burn in space just like these trees don't need us to grow. They live for themselves and don't need us telling them how hot to fuse elements or how deep to stretch their roots."

After another silence, she laughed slightly. "Aren't you supposed to, I don't know, try to talk someone out of dying if they mention it?"

I couldn't help but grin, "Is that what you want me to do?"

She leaned back. Her small frame barely caused the bench to shift. "No. I guess I really don't."

Now smiling, I watched the leaves stirring in the deserted street. "I never liked it when people told me what to do. Their opinions don't matter."

I glanced over at her. She was playing with the torn edge of her sleeve. Her black painted nails were cracked and chipped.

"So...does your opinion matter?" The blue eyes still looked a bit confused.

"I don't know. If you think it does, then it does," I glanced back up at the deepening sky. A few of the streetlights had switched off and the glare had receded.

"Each of those stars up there," I nodded to the expanding collection, "is vast light-years away from the next. They're all different yet on a fundamental level, they're all made up of the same stuff. They don't even tell each other how hot to burn so they're hardly concerned with what we do."

The girl brought her legs up onto the bench and hugged her knees. Her eyeliner traced eyes contemplated the void above us.

Resting my chin on my hand, I gazed up as well. The tiny specks of light faded in and out slowly, almost lazily. Unconcerned with who watched and admired them.

"Still want me to kill you?" I looked over at her.

She leveled my gaze with hers, "Don't tell me what to do."

Laughing softly, we enjoyed the vastness in silence until a bus rolled up to the stop. The number wasn't mine but I was no longer concerned.

The girl sprang up from the bench and stopped on the first step. The bus driver looked less than amused by her energy so late at night. Over her shoulder, the blue eyes looked at me one last time.

"I'm glad you missed your bus," she called. With that the doors closed and the air lock brakes pushed away fallen leaves.

I watched it until it turned out of sight. Leaning back on the bench, I was greeted by my own insignificance before the speckled void.

"I am too, kid. I am, too."
I hate the Written Revolution's rules, I really do. I want to know what people really think about this piece, not some weird constructive criticism about paragraph structure or something equally technical.

I'll be honest, the more I read this, the more I hate it.
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Valentine-Summer Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
I liked this a long time ago and just reading it again reminded me why I liked it the first time.
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XeonartOmega Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Ever since I was young I had studied stars and outer space with a deep fascination with it and honestly, the whole significant/insignificant stuff never even crossed my mind. This story was really deep though. A thousand souls, a thousand stars, a thousand universes can all blow up but regardless of size or power, we're all the same. Going about our cycles, events moments and processes. Old stories end, some are forgotten, and new stories begin in an endless cascade.  
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Rumblephil Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2013  Student Writer
Then I won't give you technical stuff.

It's funny. I can still remember what wanting to die feels like. And I will for a long time to come. When I look at this, it reminds me of myself; my own shallow desires to find a reason to live, my own indecisiveness at trying to find out if I really mattered, or if I didn't.

I used to look at the stars too, and I cursed them. I cursed them all, and their vastness, the undeniable Infinity that I could barely grasp the concept of, based on what I saw, those damn huge-ass motherfucking stars, they never seemed to care, whether or not I actually wanted to die or not.

But eventually, after asking so long the same damn question, "what's it all worth, in the end?" I realized; in the vast Infinity, in all the possible parallel universes that are bound to exist beyond ours, or very far away, inside our own universe, if it is infinite, nothing matters. Not even those stars, the lives and death that they see, or anything. Nothing will last forever. Everything that is will one day, not be.

It isn't a sad truth, really, it simply is. Then why live? Why live if that's all there is to it? If only there was something after it! Wouldn't that be great? Wouldn't immortality solve the problem of insignificance? Not really, but if you could live forever, as a soul or not, then, what you did, you could always be around to repeat it, there could always be people around to remember you, then it wouldn't be worthless... But humans die.

If you want to know, a question came to mind when I read the girl's words; "If you wanna die, why then did you make yourself pretty?" It's a simple question, really, with no real answer, though.

If I wanted to die, why didn't I kill myself? I know not why even now, but I thought that, maybe, if just maybe, if I wait and see, something might happen. Something might change. Something might change me. I might see things differently. But that lack of will, and of significance isn't something I can patch up by myself. The Infinity outside of myself is too vast for me to ever forget about it. It is there, anywhere I may look, and in everything I touch.

So then, I will ask you, "Why do you hate the text? Why does it matter to you, who so clearly know that not much, in the end, will have mattered? Why do you care about what I have told you? And why did I care?"
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SweetsAndCharades Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2013
A part of me likes it. :)
Another part of me wants to scream a Doctor Who quote :shakefist:
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sanglante-melodie Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
A quote from the Doctor? =D Yes plz!
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SweetsAndCharades Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013
-"Who's she?"
-"Nobody important."
-"Nobody important? Blimey, that's amazing. You know that in nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met anybody who wasn't important before."

Nobody is insignificant! :)
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StormBringer23 Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2013
I liked it.

Don't tell me what to do.
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DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by =DailyLitDeviations in a news article that can be found here: [link] Congratulations on your DD!

Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article. Keep writing and keep creating.
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ShinpanX Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Really good. The first line instantly made me like this.
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DubstepWraith Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Please continue this story!
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