I Killed My Favorite Story
Reality? A farce. Fiction? A salvation. At least, that’s what I told myself when the world became too much to bear. I was only ten, when I realized the truth—life was just a stage, and the people around me were nothing but actors playing roles in a script they couldn’t escape. My escape? Fiction. No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression, to be precise.
A novel about a hero, Cale Ashblood, who sacrificed everything—his body, his soul, his sanity—across 998 lifetimes to save a broken world. It was my refuge. But when the author died and the publisher butchered the story, that world—my world—was ripped away. What’s a broken soul to do when the one thing that ever made sense falls apart?
Revenge, of course. Twelve people. A twisted justice. I bled them all out—editors, authors, anyone who dared tarnish my fiction. But the truth hit hard: I wasn’t just punishing them. I killed the original author. Drunk. Reckless. Unforgivable.
And now? Now I’m here, lying in my own blood, dying with no regrets.
But the story doesn’t end there. No Happy Ending isn’t just fiction anymore. It’s my new reality. As my blood spills, I’m pulled into that very world I once loved. The lines between what’s real and what’s not shatter, and I find myself in the same novel i ruined myself.
The world is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. Peace? A fantasy.
But maybe—just maybe—I can rewrite the ending. After all, I’ve always seen life as a story.
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