Credits: Elks Lore
Kavni Terry Madison || 24 years old | The Author
[ Dear Readers]
I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you today with a heavy heart as I have a confession. I have made mistakes; it is time to own up to them.
I have not always been the best person that I could be. I have lied, I have cheated, and I have hurt people along the way. I have done things that I am not proud of and carried the weight of my sins with me for far too long.
I know I cannot change the past, but I can take responsibility for my actions and make amends. I want to apologize to anyone that I have hurt or wronged, and I want to make things right.
From this day forward, I am committed to being a better person. I will work hard to make positive changes and treat others with kindness and respect. I know it will not be easy, but I will do whatever it takes to make up for my mistakes.
Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my past transgressions. I am grateful for your understanding and support and look forward to a brighter future.
Sincerely,
[Kavni's grave tomb]
As the pen dropped from his shaking hands, Kavni stared at his writing with anxiety and apprehension. 2 weeks after writing such a story, he [probably] imagined his villain standing before him. But that couldn't be, Kavni thought to himself--that day.
Kavni was lost in his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. He got up from his chair and walked towards the door. As he opened it, he saw his neighbor standing before him. A fetching young girl, maybe around 20, wore a sundress while it was 90% rain. She'll surely get sick. His eyes stayed locked on hers.
" Dareen, what brings you around my apartment?" his voice uncertain if he should be happy to see someone honest; it's been a while since Kavni split the reality in his fictional mind. Making it hard to spot what's real and what's not. Dareen was also a fan of his works--but he wouldn't dismiss her like any others.
Dareen looked at Kavni with a timid smile on her face. "Well, I was wondering if you would like to grab a coffee with me sometime?" she asked, her voice slightly fluttering.
As Kavni stared at the quivering Dareen, a woman who could do better, he stepped outside his apartment and looked down the halls. Making sure she wasn't recording this interaction, Kavni frowned, knowing he'd have to turn her down for the sake of the world and his mental health. That was until she spoke;
" You're such an extraordinary guy! "she clamored out.
" Dareen....", Kavni sighed.
" I...erm...I was just thinking that because you never write love stories, I thought maybe I could inspire you since...I...kinda..love you." Dareen eyes decreased to the ground.
Kavni's heart skipped a beat. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had not even considered the possibility of someone wanting to spend time with him. But then, the fear crept in. What if she found out his secret? What if she discovered the truth about what he had done in the last 2 weeks?
"I don't love you....," Kavni said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dareen's face fell. She leaned closer," Kavni...I didn't hear you?"
" I don't love you! And I never will; you're a delusional fan like the rest!" He snapped toward the dame, the same woman who would be the first to congratulate him while he was in the dumps about his writing. The same lady who thought his choice of writing was just a mirror, and here she was- crying in front of Kavni, who knew nothing about love and couldn't even perform a proper love trope.
Staring in disgust, Kavni stepped back and gripped the side of the door," I'll never write love stories, and you groupies need to understand that! "With the last statement that fell from his lips, he slammed the door in her face. Falling to his knees.
Kavni felt like a monster. He wanted to say yes and take a chance on someone who seemed kind and genuine. But he couldn't risk it. He couldn't bear the thought of someone finding out his secret and rejecting him because of it.
Shit...
Shit......
Shit......
I gotta save the world from my own writing; he's coming! He's going to come for everything! "Regret and fear crawled over his skin; Kavni stood up and ran to his desk, grabbing his pen and writing;
" And although the author wrote great evil, he nearly forgot to mention he wrote great good. This good....this...good.." Kavni screamed a curse, throwing his pen as he slammed his head against the desk, calling and knocking over his writing tools. He couldn't rewrite the story; he was powerless--the perfect words didn't fit into his story. This story was about death, nothing else; the villain was supposed to win, but at what cost? He lifted his head, stared at the remaining papers on the desk, and frowned. He noticed his writing became darker, mentioning each death starting from child to man.
This great evil was too powerful for anyone to stop. Dropping in his chair, Kavni was defeated. He only hoped the world would give up early like he did.
" Out of all my writings...all my novels. This one had to come true; this one had to be brought to light," He murmured.
For the past two weeks, Kavni has been compelled by the readers to finish the novel. And every time he wrote, he felt a tiny part of him vanish.
Kavni sat there, defeated, staring at the papers that littered his desk. He knew his words were powerful and could bring great evil into the world. He also knew that he was the only one who could stop it.
He had a choice: either he could give up and let the world succumb to his writing, or he could fight back with everything he had. The thought of dying scared him, but he knew that he couldn't let that fear control him.
With a deep breath, Kavni stood up and walked to the window. He looked out at the city below, watching as people rushed by, unaware of the looming danger. He knew that he had to do anything to stop the evil he had created.
Kavni turned around and walked back to his desk. He picked up his pen and began to write. The words flowed from his mind to the paper, and he knew he was creating something powerful.
As he wrote, Kavni felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. He knew he was tapping into something greater than himself, something that could defeat the evil he had unleashed.
But then, as he wrote the final words, he felt a sudden pain in his chest. He fell to the ground, gasping for air.
" What...is this~!!" He cried out.
Suddenly, the pain vanished. He stood up shakily, and as his eyes landed on the paper with his words written on it--he realized that the only way to stop this evil was to face it.
" My words...they're gone? I can't write or rewrite good into this story...I..have to face it."
Kavni stared at his messy desk and noticed he didn't have enough ink to write anymore. He needed more ink to continue writing, but he had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he was running low. He got up from his desk and grabbed his jacket, slipping it on as he approached the door.
Exiting his apartment building, he felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up at the sky, which was dark and ominous. It would rain soon, and he didn't have an umbrella.
Kavni started walking towards the nearest store that sold ink cartridges, his thoughts drifting back to his writing. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He had been writing about death and destruction for so long that he was starting to feel like it was consuming him.
As he walked, he saw people rushing to get out of the rain, and he couldn't help but feel jealous of their normalcy. He was stuck in his mind, unable to escape the darkness that seemed to be closing in on him.
Finally, he arrived at the store and went straight to the ink section, quickly grabbing a few cartridges and paying for them. As he left the store, he saw it had started raining heavily. He pulled up his hood and started walking back to his apartment.
The rain was coming down hard, and Kavni was drenched within minutes. He didn't care, though. The rain felt refreshing, and he needed something to distract him from his thoughts.
When he returned to his apartment building, he ran inside and took the elevator to his floor. As he stepped out, he saw Dareen standing outside his door, looking tense.
After what he said to her, he didn't want to approach her.
"Kavni, are you okay? I was so worried about you," she said, her voice full of consideration.
Kavni looked at her, feeling a pang of guilt. He had been so harsh with her earlier, and now she was here, worried about him.
"I'm fine, Dareen. Just needed more ink," he said, his voice softening.
Dareen smiled at him, relieved. "Well...I'm glad. It's really pouring outside," she said, gesturing toward an open hallway window.
Kavni hesitated for a moment, nodding his head quickly.
"Well...have a nice day of writing," she said.
Spring 
Day 
