Feels of My Last Breath

How about a Good-Bye note?

Feels of My Touch

How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.

"Every night, I tell my heart that I am strong and tough. But, sometimes I just miss, being missed by you."

But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?

I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.

A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love.