Lonelyauthor Stories

He knew he was fiction. She never knew she was loved. Arin Volkov exists inside a story that changed the world. Readers love him, quote him, carry him with them. They believe they understand him. But no one knows the truth, that he is aware of his own fiction, and that his attention has always been fixed on one person. The woman who wrote him. Mira Anseli lives quietly behind the success of her novel, unseen in the noise surrounding it. She writes late at night, carries grief she never names, and believes her words are the only place she is allowed to exist fully. Somewhere between sentences, something shifts. Told through intertwined perspectives of creator and creation, this story blurs the line between reality and imagination, asking a quiet, devastating question: If a character can love his author, does that love become real? This is not a story about grand gestures or dramatic romance. It is about attention. About being seen when no one else is watching. About loving someone without ever touching them. About choosing to exist for someone, even when you can never belong to them. This is a story about the intersection of fiction and reality. About grief and creation. About loving quietly and letting go gently. For readers who love stories that unfold in the spaces between words. For those who believe the most devastating love stories are the ones that almost exist. For readers who believe that some of the deepest love stories are the ones never spoken aloud.

-By a lonely author drinking coffee in bed. I'm desperate, give ideas, feed this lonely snail, for I believe I will lose my marbles sooooon.. Anyways, more information is provided in the following! 😏