The Lonely Man Meets The Blind Author

The Lonely Man Meets The Blind Author

R. Fakier

The lonely man lived in the mind of the fragmented man. He had two halves, and in a way was a fragmented man himself.

The eccentric half was, well, eccentric. He was erratic, impulsive, and aggressive. He did commit murder after all; and maybe arson also, but thats a story for another day. He became very attached to people, he knew how to manipulate people by threats. He knew what he could do if it didnt work out, hence his villain backstory.

The obsessive half was more calm, more put together, more full. He obsessed over the situation he was in, he fixated over people. If he found someone he truly cared about, which wasnt often, he became quite obsessed. He knew how to manipulate them with compliments, gifts, love, and then snatching it away. He didnt want the people he cared about to be physically hurt, not again, but he didnt mind messing with their minds. He took a psychology course, and loves messing with people's minds; taking them apart, and putting them together again.

The lonely man had nothing to live for, one half existed to hold painful memories, and the other to comfort him. If the other half recovered completely he would have no use anymore. He was stuck in someone else's mind, someone else's body, because he tried to join his darling in the cold, endless void. The lonely man suffered hallucinations; he wanted to escape with a rope around the neck and a broken spine. The man was empty, broken. He felt useless.

One day the man met the shattered person, a good friend of his vessel. He met many others who lived inside of the shattered person. The man in the void, the man who was two. They had nice qualities, but they never filled the hole in his heart. Some of them would drink tea with him, talk with him, or read poetry with him, but it was never enough to make him feel whole. He was still missing a part of himself. The part he accidentally killed that day.

He swore that the heavens were watching over him one day, because he swore he met an angel. An angel that he calls the blind author. The blind author was lovely! He liked tea, he liked writing, he liked poetry; each half of the man found different things that they loved about him. There was a problem though, the blind author was unfeeling. At times he felt sympathy, on rare occasions even empathy. He laughed every once in a while, but when he felt it was mostly anger. The blind author was just an apathetic person. He was made that way so he couldnt be hurt by his emotions, not again. The lonely man just wanted his love, he needed it. He had been alone for so long.

485 words! Thank you for reading! - R