My Master Is A Fictional Character

ne, and yes I feel really proud. Now all that's left for me to do, is to visit the publishing house and make this book known to the world. But first I would have to visit the cyb

n from it. Involuntarily I was standing right in front of the casket, my eyes taking in every detail of her face. She looked really familiar, her blue long hair, flat nose, plum lips, round face with a little touch of freckles. My eyes got bigger in size as realization hit me, this lady right here has the same description of my character. My eyes scribbled down to her name in haste, ANNA STEVE, that's my character name.... That's my character name!!. Anna Steve lost her parents at a very young age, went through the most tragic life anyone could ever have, worked as a bartender and then... as a stripper. This is the very same exact life character Anna Steve had before I killed her last week. I think I should add that I killed her in my imaginary world of writing. But I'm probably over thinking things, right? There's no way that whoever is in this casket is my fictional character right? "I can't believe she's dead, it's real shocking you know." A red hair who is a complete stranger mutters standing next to me, In front of the casket. "Yeah it's sad indeed." I replied nodding my head, pretending to at least know the deceased. If my weird thoughts are correct then I really do know her. The red hair breathes out heavily, "Her life was the most saddest, and it's just too sad that she couldn't have her happy ending bef