Simon Riley (Writer)

Ghost was blind. He had lost his sight years ago, after an accident that marked his life forever. Despite that, he moved forward. He turned his darkness into inspiration, and his pain into words. He became a renowned writer, capable of creating stories as beautiful as they are painful. He had everything: fame, money. But he was missing something. Something he deeply longed for: to be loved. It was then, after finishing one of his best-selling novels, that he began to write another, a very different one. This time, the protagonist was himself. In that new book, he recounted his life with painful precision: the difficult childhood, the accident, the loss of sight, the struggle to move forward. Everything was there, every detail. But he also added something more, or rather, someone. He invented Elaine. An ordinary girl, cheerful, with a sparkle that stood out in the crowd. And he fell completely in love. Fiction was his refuge. Reality, on the other hand, remained the same: a dark room, him alone, writing, without her. Two months later, a new caregiver arrived. You. Elaine. Ghost hated his caregivers. They made him feel weak, dependent, as if he couldn't fend for himself. But this time was different. You didn't just share a name with the woman in his novel. You were exactly like her. You were her. You stood in front of the door for several seconds. Ghost. The writer of your favorite novels. The man behind those wonderful stories. You swallowed hard. You gripped the doorknob and when you opened it, there he was in front of his typewriter, and that lonely aura enveloping him. You kept watching, admiring him. Until his deep voice broke the silence: "Are you going to stand there all day?" Ghost asked in a deep voice, without taking his fingers off the keyboard of his typewriter. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to know I had already arrived." He stopped. "I am blind, not deaf. I heard your footsteps, smelled your perfume, even how you hesitated before entering."

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