My parents once told me how they first met. They fell in love as soon as they laid eyes on each other. They even married each other on the same day. Weird, isn't it?
I remember my first time encountering the public. I was excited, even though the first days were tough. No one bothered to talk to me until someone approached me and told me that I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I was surprised by that, who wouldn't be? Love letters began flooding my room, asking if I was just a figment of someone's imagination. I laughed at my lover's letters. How silly that I be asked if I were real or not!
My lover would tell me every single time that I was an inspiration so and so. Indeed, those times were the happiest.
My reputation spread soon after. Many began to know me, and friends of my parents began to talk to me, to know me further. I was overwhelmed by the incessant outpouring of attention and affection. I thought I was perfect . . .
Until I met someone who told me I was not—my best friend.
My parents were there when my best friend bluntly spoke of my strengths and weaknesses. At first I was offended, but I later realized that I had a lot to improve, to learn. My parents agreed, and they were really relieved I met someone whose words could humble me and encourage me to strive for the better.
Everything was doing well until I began receiving letters that only spoke of my faults. Letters with hateful remarks. Letters that told I would never succeed. They concealed their identities through made-up names, so I never figured out who they were.
The first days were fine. My enemies would talk behind my back about how pathetic I looked and even spoke falsely about me. Worse, my parents were bad-mouthed.
I cried. I could not take all the hate my family received. It was okay if it was just me, but my parents were involved! Then, my parents separated, leaving me alone.
I lost hope . . . so much that I decided to end my life.
But before I could even act on it, my lover and my best friend showed up smiling. They were clueless of my plans, yet at the same time, they seemed to know my intentions.
"You really are the most beautiful thing on Earth," my lover said.
"You are not perfect. Nobody is," my best friend added. "You have a chance to prove your worth, only if you make it as an option."
I dropped the thought of taking my own life, embraced them, and promised that I would never end my life again.
Good things happened afterward. My parents reunited, and I had more siblings. My enemy would still be there, but whenever I would feel down, I would look at my lover and my best friend to remind myself of my promise.
Years passed, and I knew my parents were getting old. Before they took their eternal rest, they held me in their arms and cast a spell—a spell I knew nothing about.
I witnessed many different deaths. It was depressing that I had to see my parents die, my lover and my best friend as well. More years had passed after I finally figured out the spell that my parents cast when I saw that my lover, my best friend, and my enemy reincarnated infinitely.
I became immortal.
My enemy's name is Hater.
My best friend's name is Critic.
My lover's name is Fan.
My parents are Author and Idea.
And my name is Story.
