The Novelist

How the Climax began

Of all the five senses that we have, we tend to devote most of our faith in our sense of vision. And here I stand, not believing what I was looking at. I felt a chill crawl up my spine. It was impossible and yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man I saw in the airport store, filling up his jacket pockets with rice crackers. I pulled my sunglasses on and hid my head behind my caramel beanie while waiting for the man to finish, my eyes, absolutely unresponsive to my mind that screamed at me to look away. How could it be? was I too absorbed into my imagination and overthinking or was... this for real? I did not know why I felt this way. I did not know why, of the thousands of strangers buzzing around me I suddenly felt a strange connection to this man who didn't possibly register my presence but I knew myself enough to know that this was the first time I've felt so highly conscious of a human presence. He didn't spare me a glance as he seemed pretty entangled with his purchase and left immediately after he bought everything. I sighed loudly. should I have made a move or hid myself like I did?

"A triple layered chocolate bar please. Large size." As soon as I spoke, I felt not one but two pairs of eyes on me but before I could find out who the owner of the latter pair of eyes was, The former, known pair handed me my chocolate. I mentallu let out an expatriated sigh as it seemed I would always have to bribe myself to board a flight. I turned away to find myself lost in the midst of the morning rush of the airport crowd once again, only wishing I'd have made a move because I didn't know what my destiny was leading me towards but maybe, this journey would not be completely wasted.

I walked in the plane, lost in thought. I was one of the first few to enter so I maintained my steady pace looking for my window seat. Spotting it easily, I settled in my seat, rubbing my temple off the disastrous pain I've been feeling since morning. Passengers began filling in and I felt a stranger take a seat beside me, pulling down the arm rest in the process to avoid unnecessary touch. Audible munching followed immediately after the neighbour took the necessary safety precautions. My mind drifted off to moments in time of imaginary memories. I feared flights. I dreaded flights and yet it had absolutely nothing to do with me just like the rest of my existence.
It was a strange, however I never lived my life for anything that revolved around me. I was never attached to reality. I realized so when I didn't shed a tear of sorrow when my father, the man who loved me the most, was lost to the world in a road accident. It wasn't long till people around me realized and judged my lack of sentiment as a fault. It lead me to a state of complete isolation. I would be unnecessarily lying to myself if I said that their actions made me upset. It may sound strange but I was gifted with a highly imaginative mind. I often doubted myself whilst claiming whatever that has been happening as mere imagination but due to lack of an alternative logical explanation, that's what I made myself believe. An exceptional imagination that led me to never feel lonely or left out. Just an exceptional imagination. I have believed that for as long as this morning in the airport store.

The flight began to move, shuddering me back to reality as i desperately clutched the armrest with both hands and swore, attracting attention to myself.
"First time?" The man beside me spoke in a familiar voice That my mind was too clouded to recognize.
"Anxiety attack." I fumbled.
"You may hold my hand if you want." He offered as I felt his palm rest near the armrest. I grabbed it without hesitation only to melt in the warmth and comfort. There was this strange feeling. Like this was bound to happen. Even with my eyes closed I felt his gaze on me. An astonished gaze.

Time flew by. When the airplane was in a more stable pace, making me feel like it almost wasn't moving at all, I cracked open my eyes and let go of the strangers hand.
"A-are you alright?" He said. Our eyes met and I felt my heart stop.
"Yes." I met the gaze of the stranger only to feel my heart throb.
"You seem very familiar, have we met before?" He asks.
"I don't think." I quickly brushed him off, unable to believe any of my senses anymore. This wasn't simply one of my delusions. I knew this for a fact that my delusions include people who only communicate with me and exist in a spiritual state. This man next to me, who leads me to believe that he is the exact person I left my life behind for, was not like that. This man was as real, as flesh and blood as I was. Unless I begin to doubt my own existence for that fact.
"You know you refuse the fact that we've met and yet you stare at me like you've known me for years." He said with a smug look. The same smug look I've envisioned for years.
"I'm sorry if it seemed rude." I quickly brushed off yet again, then without giving it a second thought, i swallowed my sleep pills.
"Are those prescribed? that's a high dosage." He continued.
"As long as it helps me sleep." I said.
"I see."

The monotonous motions of the flight or the severe sleep pill weren't of help because my heart started throbbing as hard as my head. Don't get me wrong, I'm no teenager in love. No, I'm scared and anxious. Similar to how one normally is when their entire life starts to make no sense.
This felt so unreal. This felt so out of the ordinary. Maybe I'm over thinking? I've never seen that man before but being in someone else's shoes while they carry out their livelihood for years gives you some hint as to what their physical form feels like doesn't it?
What is the meaning of this?

my mind couldn't battle my body for long. I fell into slumber with the soft munching of rice crackers beside me and ignored announcements and gestures of the flight attendants.

Visions.
They always came like this.
When my mind and my body are both in a half conscious and complete vulnerable state.

_I found myself sitting in a single chair, caged between four walls. The vision before me was blazing white. Somewhat similar to the visual description of paradise perhaps except it lacked the beauty and extravagance. This room was nothing but a white cell of emptiness with me situated at the perfect centre.
I noticed a blur of gold growing bigger. It shined so bright it was hard to keep looking at it but curiosity won me over as usual. The glowing gold was clearer and now and I could map out a somewhat human form walking at me. Very slowly. Yes, now the human figure was vivid. If you call it human. No, she was bright and inhumanly gorgeous. With a lilac dress that tumbled down to her ankles and long chestnut brown hair that cascaded her godly face. No. She was no human. No human would glow with such aura. Before I realized, she stood before me. Her face falling into a smile of adoration, the kind with which one looks upon their pets perhaps.
"Hello beloved Heroine." She said, her voice, a sweet melodic sound.
"Who are you?" I questioned at which her lips curved into a smile.
"Hmm a friend of yours perhaps?" She smiled sweetly.
"I usually befriend humans." I replied.
"Oh but you don't befriend any one Anne dear. Its alright though, you guessed right. I am not a human." She said.
"Then who are you?" I asked back.
"Hmm. Technically I am your God." She said. I found myself snorting which she found surprisingly amusing.
"Forgive me but regular stereotypes led me to believe that God was a male." I said.
"Hmm well you and everyone else aren't the same are they sweetie?" She said.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" I asked back.
"Now now I hate spoiling the story for the ones who don't know! you must keep moving ahead to know what happens next. I only wished to confront you while you are still oblivious. Now I must make my leave. Fight well my dear Heroine." She said. I studied her closely only to see her smile once more and degenerate and float down in the form of a beautiful lilac flower._

my eyes fluttered open and I sat up to quite the commotion. The flight attendants were in the rapid process of keeping the passengers under control.
"What is happening?" I questioned. The familiar stranger looked at me and smiled, the amusement visible in his eyes.
"Oh you're awake? we may have run into some problem." He said.
"Of course we did."