Upon returning to my place of residence that fateful day, I felt more liberated than I ever had since stepping onto this new land. The land that had proven to be the strangest one my eyes have ever beheld.

After all, if this was the land of opportunities, if my people saw it as the land of dreams, why could I not make it so. With the power of my impeccable imagination, I believed I could make life better for people around me.

Though it was a noble quest, now that I look upon it with the distance I did not possess at the time, I can observe how naïve it was of me to believe that my words alone could change the world. They did alter the world, yet not in the way I hoped.

The moment I entered my chamber, I cleared the clutter I had left behind, as they say, clear house clear mind, and finally dedicated the necessary attention to the one thing that I thought would save us all, the magic pen.

On the outside, it still had the appearance of a regular, if a slightly old fashioned pen, however, having felt its power radiating through its core and into my being, I knew better.

I gingerly picked up the pen with awe and reverence, ready to allow its power to flow through my hand. I was prepared to be the vessel of magic that I thought was there to brighten up the world that had plunged into darkness.

I was mistaken.

Nevertheless, at the time, I knew nothing of the regret that has now taken permanent residence in my heart. Thus, I settled down comfortably behind my desk with a huge stack of blank paper and the pen, ready to write my heart out.

Moments before losing myself in the daze of writing, I thought of the two people whom I believed deserving of the honor to have their future secured, K and Rebecca.

Though I was oftentimes unable to fathom the meanings behind the words that left K's mouth nor his odd ways, I could sense honest heart beating in his chest, and that was one of the most important things for me.

As for Rebecca, she is one of the nicest people, I have met, besides my muse, thus she was deserving of stability, certainty in life.

In my naivety, I believed that I could provide her with that. That I could assure not only their survival but their well-being as well. I should have known that there were no guarantees in life. That is what makes it so exciting.

It had occurred to me, from the way K's eyes relished Rebecca's gracefulness, and from the way she respected his opinions, that they would make a wonderful couple. They would balance each other out, creating a perfect harmony in which no one had to suffer, at least not for any length of time.

Once the seed for the story was planted in my mind, I lost myself in the intricacies that the story presented.

I was not Shawn neither was I, Shakespeare. I was the story itself, and the story was me.

It was the most unique experience I have ever had. I was unable to tell where my characters ended and where I began. In an endless moment, I was no one and everyone at the same time, and it was mind-bending.

My hand kept writing fervently, ignoring the cramping of my fingers. Everything in my physical reality felt unreal, it did not reach me as much as it should have. I was transported on the very edge of reality, in the place where reality ended and imagination began, balancing precariously on the edge of the two.

One part of me, that was hidden by a variety of different layers of who I was, stayed aware that my eyes were wide open and yet nothing they perceived registered in my brain.

All that I could focus on were my protagonists, Killian and Becca, on their love story that arose from the struggle. My mind was wrapped up in their journey, their memories, and their desires.

Without knowing how I was able to perceive that the flashes that ran through my mind were those of K's and Rebecca's real lives. The alterations in the story were minimal. The core was the story of their lives and how their paths had finally managed to cross igniting a passion that would take them through pain and betrayal. However, the one that would wash them out on the shores of true love and happiness.

Time no longer mattered to me, nor sleep, nor sustenance, all I needed to do, all I wanted, was to complete the tale of two people who had succeeded in finding love in the place they least expected love to dwell in. Thus, much less time was needed for me to finish writing the book.

Once I traced those two famous words 'The End', the reality hit me like a tempest. It was as if all of the basic human needs burst forth at once, and I had to hurry to satiate all of them, to accommodate my body.

Only then did I realize how sore I was and how stiff my joints were. Once that awareness struck me, I was finally able to orient myself, only to realize that I had spent a good part of the day and the whole night writing with no rest.

I have never done such a thing before, and my body revolted against the strain I was putting on it. Yet, my soul soared.

I did it! I wrote a thrilling story with love weaving through it. Most importantly, a story in which everyone got to live.

No matter how much pain I had to endure for my efforts, I was sure it was worth the struggle. My friends would find what my wife had lost, someone to lean on, stability, and comfort.

Upon recuperating my strength and getting my body to an adequate level of functionality for someone my age, I started pondering the future. Even after everything that had happened before, I was unsure what exactly to anticipate.

The first book, the one that had caused the death of my muse, was a mistake, an unconscious act. What would occur if a deliberate effort was put into uniting with the pen, into spinning the tale as one?

Honestly, I did not possess any understanding of all the possibilities. I had no indication when the words on my pages would become a reality.

One thing I was certain of, was that it would take more time for the events that would lead to their ultimate happiness to unfold. Especially having in mind how many twists and turns I implemented into the very fabric of their lives.

Nevertheless, I expected the first indication of what was to transpire to begin unfolding soon.

As if on command, the moment that thought crossed my mind, there was a loud knock reverberating through the apartment. From the inappropriate strength implemented into the knock, I knew who it must be.

"Yo, man, are you in? Stop chilling and help a brother out, bro." K said.

That was how it all started becoming real. However, everything was not going exactly as I had planned, to my utter surprise.