It was a tiring day. Tired of being at peace, which is when I realised why life has chaos. The silence, which was as if, tsunami has just left the earth empty with no single creature. Silence, which resembled the mother's calmness after delivering the baby. Silence, which was like a girl shattered completely and left with emptiness.

Then, I could hear some hustling bustling. Now, should I be afraid of the voices without any source? I don't know. But I was anxious, anxiety hit me hard on my face and asked me to search for the source.

As I was getting nearer to the book I recently published, the voices became louder. I opened the book and saw the main character of the book, looking angrily at me. Face red with anger. I tried to calm down my rapidly beating heart and hyperventilating lungs. Then she burst into tears. "Why did you make me kill him in your story? I die everyday for killing him. Infact, the only person I loved the whole life was him. What do you think of yourself? You make us puppets and make us play along with your genre. Now, how can I get him back? Answer me?"

I didn't know what to reply to my favourite character of the book. I never thought they had feelings. I was just so involved in writing the plot, where they loved to the core, twisted and turned it dark. I feel sad for her. I replied, "I'm sorry for your loss, never thought it would turn out like this. Hope, he loves you the way you did." And calmed her and made her sleep!

A/N
What if characters you write live?
Lol, I know it's wierd. And very weird writing it down. But I have just written to get back to writing :)