Five minute story-II

A beedi and a cigarette were lying beside the road. Both were used to their optimum capacity and were burning out on their few, last precious breaths. 

The beedi called out to its high-end cousin,

Beedi: Hey, psst...

Cigarette: What?

Beedi: So who did you?

Cigarette: Did me? Get out! Nobody 'does' me. I am smoked passionately. Unlike the lot of you, I don't burn out at every chance I get.

Beedi: ...

Cigarette: See, I burn evenly, gently; I give scope to my killer to kill me slowly and in turn, I return the favor. Some of my relatives are full of wood, though, and some are only about high-grade nicotine. I, on the other hand, am a delicate mix of the two.

Beedi: I may be cheap, but I demand attention, and I don't kill. I make them suffer the consequences. Tuberculosis is not a very good thing to carry, just so you know. Besides, I am raw; I don't need a filter to selectively eliminate my emotions.

Out of the two, one had a troublesome death. The other, painful realizations.