Fictional Romance

I'm Amirah Henly. I'm the author of a famous book titled 'Im Your Romance'. It's about this perfect guy named Zayrene Clifox and his beloved Aleera. I became famous because of this book. And most people think my life has been so wonderful since then. But what they don't know is about my past. I grew up alone. My parents abandoned me. They left me at our house when I was eight. They said that they were just going out for a minute but then they never came back. I tried calling them several times. They didn't pick up. But then when they were already gone for three days they finally picked up.

"What the freak is wrong with you?!? Why do you keep calling me?!?" She answered with an eager voice as if I annoyed her. "B-but mom. Where are you? You've been gone for three days now. I'm worried. You said you're just gonna be gone for a couple of minutes. I'm scared being alo--" I didn't get to finish speaking when she suddenly scream "Don't you freaking get it?!? We don't want you anymore okay?!? We're so sick of you! You were just a mistake that your freaking father tied to me! Live or not, I don't care! Don't call me again!" Then she hung up. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I'm just eight years old. How can I live alone? But come to think of it, I've always been alone, I've always been independent . She has never even been there by my side. I cook my own food and do my own laundry. It was always like i've been living alone except i can see them walking around and making orders at me. Nothing actually changed. The fridge is full of food so it should last for more than a week. I earn money from selling my artworks so i just need to sell more artworks then i'll have enough money to live on my own. Well that's what i thought. A couple of weeks passed since they left and our landlord, Ms. Johnson came. "Amirah?" She said when I opened the door “Where are your parents? I need to talk to them” she said. “Uhmm… T-they’re gone. They're not here. They already left. They left me here alone and they said they’re not going to come back” I saw shocked in her face. “W-what do you mean? What do you mean they’re gone?” she asked with such a curious voice. I told her everything that had happened. Ms. Johnson is a nice lady. She sometimes helped me sell my paintings. “Your parents don't deserve you Irah. You’re such a nice talented kid. I’m sorry Amirah but I can’t take care of you. I already have children.” she said and i can see she’s sorry for what happened. She called the cops to help us find them and for the meantime they took me to an orphanage. They never found my mom and her boyfriend so I grew up in an orphanage. My foster parents adopted me when I was eleven years old. They treated me like I’m they’re real daughter. They don't have a child so I get their whole attention most of the time. I continue to sell my paintings because I don't want them to just buy everything for me. I started writing stories when I was eighteen years old. They supported me. They bought me everything that I needed. I published my own book when I was twenty two years old. I never thought that it would actually be a big hit book but suddenly almost all the bookstores called me to ask for more copies and that’s where it all started. Many people asked how I created Zayrene. Well, Zayrene came from my imaginations. He’s the guy that I read from all those books. I compiled every leading man into one. The man that I dreamed of seeing in real life. The man I wish was real. The man I wish wasn't only from my imaginations. When I published ‘I’m Your Romance’ many people requested for book two so I tried working on it again. I don't actually know where the story would go anymore. I already finished the story, I can't think of anything to make another part of it. My imaginations can only think of him being with me. I closed my laptop and when I stood up and looked in my mirror, I saw a man behind me. A man that looks so much like Zayrene from my drawings of him. It’s like he’s the real life version of Zayrene that I've been waiting for so long. I screamed and he came closer to stop me but as soon as our skin touched, he disappeared. He disappeared without leaving a trace of him. My adoptive parents came rushing in and asked me what happened “Are you okay Amirah? What happened?” They asked. “I’m fine. I’m okay, sorry if I made you guys worried” I answered. “It’s okay don’t worry” They left my room and i was there alone, wondering about what just had happened. Is it just because I imagined too much? Or was it really him? I pinched myself “You idiot! How can a fictional character come to life huh? Use your nonsense brain sometimes” I said to myself. Since I was a kid, I was already afraid of falling in love. I’m afraid that when I love someone they’ll just leave me alone and in pain. Love is a weakness. Love is just a nonsense thing.