Elation. That's the only feeling writer Caden Dallan could feel as his fingers tapped on his keyboard.

 

A mantra of "Shes perfect" running through his head as he finally breaks through writers block. After hours that feel like minutes the young man finally looks up from his laptop when his hands wont move from cramps. "1:14 am"  he reads aloud after his eyes adjust to the brightness of the phone screen, the next thing to draw his attention is the dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts filling his phone. "oh right" he mutters, he was on his way to a night out with friends when inspiration hit like a truck, after so much time writing dead ends the deprived writer was so desperate to bring the perfect idea to life that he dropped everything and rushed to the open laptop that's been on his desk collecting dust for eternity, uncaring of the gel in his hair or the button up thats too tight in the shoulders he got work and hours started to drip away. Reading back over the pages that have been made to worship one character, the man felt the world around him melt away as words manifested around him, spinning in his chair he was faced with the angel he created. "Rue." he whispered with adoration dripping from his voice, the brunette only grinned at him with a breathtaking smile, the beating of his heart and the soft thump of her slippers  were the only sounds in the room until she got close enough to touch, her confident hand grabbed his chair and turned it to face the laptop once again, "you're not done yet. Give me a home, family....someone to love"  she whispered into his ear making the man's body shiver, he'd truly never heard something so beautiful, her voice silk soft. Unknowingly Caden's hands started to reach towards the laptop while voices told him "one more page wouldn't take long".

Sunlight enters the cabin while a groan sounds through the home, after waking the writer jolts and starts scanning his laptop for the life he wrote into existence. What he finds makes him realize two things, the first is the realization that this wouldn't get his audience-the damned audience that had forsaken him for one mistake- back, the second was that he didn't care, he's spent so much time trying to please an audience that was never satisfied, he deserves to write a story for himself for once. The work that made him realize these things describes a couple living in a small cabin together much like the one the author resides in by himself. The couple consists of an angel named rue and the love of her life, him. With a lovesick grin the author reads his own work for what feels like the first time, watching as the couple spend a slow morning together littered with soft hugs and loving stares. "Darling!" rings in his ears throughout the cabin but when he turns to find the familiar voice he remembers who's living in the cabin, faced with the cold side of a bed and the empty space in the medicine cabinet with sorrow. The man was always known for his ability to bring stories to life and immerse the reader in the story so truly who could blame him for his moment of weakness? Is it so bad to want the life he's created for himself? Those are the questions he asks himself while he ignores the grumbling of his stomach and starts to tap away on his laptop, after all the happy couple have things to do today, it'd be rude to make them wait.

 

"Breaking news! Famed writer Caden Dallan hospitalized this past weekend on account of severe malnutrition and drug abuse over the course of roughly a month. The successful author was found by two close friends who we'll hear from in just a moment. We have word that due to suspicions involving mental instability the young man will be sent to a mental institute after his time healing is up. Now a few words from the unfortunate friends that found him-" the tv clicks off with a sigh when two familiar faces appear on the screen. Who did they think they were? They ruined everything, him and rue were happily living together, he was even starting to spend the time she spent in the shower browsing rings and looking into vacation spots, everything was finally perfect in life and he was finally happy, but no! nothing can ever go well for him. No matter though, all that ridiculous talk about a mental institute is just that, talk. After all he has a soon to be fiancee waiting for him at home, he only wishes she weren't so anxious in public, nothing would make the man happier than seeing her face at that moment. With a deep sigh he sorts through the cards on his bedside table ignoring the words of nonexistent "hallucinations". His eyes catch words like "pills causing vivid dreams" and something about them mixing with his "unhealthy lack of sleep" but what makes him zero in on the cards is the recurring theme of his beloved girlfriend, who for some reason no one seems to believe is real and at home like he knows she is. He looks up with a start when someone clears their throat, the therapist that's been talking at him since he came here. Something yells at the man to listen to him so for the first time since meeting him, he does. as the lovesick fool listens to the therapist explain that the love of his life never existed outside his laptop the world falls away much like the first time he saw-imagined?-Rues smiling face. Suddenly a condescending smile appears on his face and he chirps "don't be ridiculous i know the love of my life.". After all it's not his fault if they just dont get it.