I created an account. I named it Khrean. I badly want to become a writer so I posted my works there.
But sadly, no one appreciated it.
Even one like, I received none.
As a beginner, I still write.
But I got tired.
I felt so sad.
When I was about to delete my account, my notification boomed.
There! A guy named Nixon just flooded me with his reacts and comments on my stories.
Happiness filled me. He's only one. But I felt like I was being supported by millions.
Thanking him, I chatted him privately.
"Hi, Nixon! It's a pleasure to meet you! Thank you for the support! You have no idea how happy I am!"
He chatted his response. "Sure! I love your stories! But which caught my attention was the story of the guy and his girlfriend who both died because of a car accident. Good job!"
Euphoric and contentment feeling spread throughout me.
"Thank you, may I know your opinion about it?"
Minutes passed, he didn't reply.
So, I started stalking him.
There's a lot of tagged-post on his timeline. It was 3 years ago.
I read one of them.
"Kuya Nixon, we'll miss you..."
My jaw dropped. A message popped from Nixon.
"Thank you for writing my story and my girlfriend's. I can now rest, thank you Ms. Writer."
Then, I've found out that Nixon died 3 years ago together with his girlfriend because of a car accident.
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Written by: Rosé Crown
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