Loneliness

A successful career as a writer, recognition and money. It would seem that this is enough for a happy life, but no. You were consumed by loneliness, the fear of being a useless, worthless writer abandoned by everyone overcame you every day and it seemed that you would soon go crazy. You pushed people away from yourself because of your own fear of loneliness and did not notice it. Many of your remaining friends said the same thing: "Writers die early", but maybe they are right? Maybe writers end up in the side of reality that they wrote themselves? The answer is simple - everyone ends up in their fears during life in order to learn to live with them.

You died in your sleep. Unexpectedly for yourself, how could a healthy and successful person die in his sleep, in his own bed..? You stood over your dead body, no one nearby, only silence and darkness slowly enveloping the room. The bed and your body disappeared before your eyes. Now in front of you is a man in the darkness. He is tormented, shaking and crying. “Why are you afraid of me..? Why..?” – he pressed his knees to his chest, and you backed away, not understanding anything. “I’m not scary…Loneliness is not scary…” he spoke quietly about himself, calming himself with the words that he was not terrible. "Why you? I have many other fears," you asked, and the echo swept through the entire dark space. Loneliness turned around sharply and looked at you with resentment: "You were most afraid of me, even though you imperceptibly surrounded yourself with emptiness. Am I scary now?! You are locked up with Loneliness through your own fault!!"