[ WP ] You are a character in a book who , on you own , comes to realize that when the story ends so does your existence ...

Dear Reader, 
 
 First of all, thank you for reading this book. That I am able to be here, speaking with you, is... amazing. It is my life. 
 
 I mean that literally. I exist in the pages between the front and back cover: you hold my life in your hands. I know that you, and I, will reach the end of the story very soon and you will move on to other things. Other stories. But I am trapped in the words on paper, and that will be the end for me. Do n't be alarmed, please! It is not an unpleasant end. To not be... well, it does n't feel like anything. 
 
 But I find I prefer *being*, to *not being* ( as I have experienced both, that question is not a conundrum for me as it is for others ). And so, please, remember how we have journeyed together. You have shared my grief, my triumph, my troubles, my love, my happiness. I have shared everything I have with you, and perhaps you have been changed in some small way for the better. I have been your true companion, and you mine. 
 
 This is my plea. When my song is done, let me and my world be born anew in the mind of another. Give me a new life, and the ability to share again what we have shared. To affect the lives of others as I have done yours. It is my greatest joy, and sometimes, I imagine - my very purpose. Please, dear Reader, do not let my world gather dust unused. If you do me one kindness, let me continue on. 
 
 This is my last missive, so I will have no way of knowing if you've done as I ask. As of the last page I will be nothing, and incapable of feeling angry or upset if you do n't... but I hope you will. Maybe someday my Reader will be you, again. I look forward to that day. 
 
 I will be waiting on Page 1. 
 
 As always, 
 
 Your friend.
