“I am your fairy… the one you write about in your story.”

The words froze on my lips. I stared at her, shocked, trying to comprehend what I had just heard. How could this be real? How could my imagination take shape, voice, and life? Stammering, I said in a trembling voice:

"Who? What? How? How can you be here? You’re just a figment of my imagination... How is this possible?"

She smiled that same smile I had always painted in my mind, but seeing it before me made my heart pound violently. She raised her hand calmly and said with a confident tone tinged with light humor:

"What’s wrong? Did you see a ghost? Or did you see a ghost?"

I felt my chest tighten. The words she spoke were almost a joke, but they only added to the strangeness of this situation my mind couldn’t grasp. Before I could respond, she took a step closer, her eyes looking at me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher.

"I’ve come to you here to tell you something important," she said in a deep voice, a blend of strength and longing. "You need to finish writing the events. If you don’t, I will disappear."

"Disappear?" I repeated, as if trying to understand the meaning behind her words, but fear began creeping into my heart.

She nodded and continued, "I’ve been hiding, watching you every day as you write me. I would silently observe you, waiting for the moment you’d finish writing, when you’d take a break and leave me stuck between the lines. I’d watch you… mesmerized by you, your words, your details."

If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

I looked into her eyes, those eyes that carried a tenderness deep enough to overwhelm me entirely. My heart raced with fear, yet somehow, I felt as though I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life. I couldn’t believe I was seeing her before me, with all the details I had once drawn in my imagination.

She approached me with calm steps, raising her hand gently but confidently. She looked at me with a gaze filled with warmth and affection, and said in a light tone that mixed reproach with humor:

"Hey, kiddo, you need to write! This isn’t the time to stare at my beauty."

Her words snapped me out of my daze, and I smiled nervously, saying:

"But… I don’t know what to write. I don’t have any events in mind right now."

She let out a light sigh, then looked at me seriously and said:

"If you don’t write, and if you don’t keep writing for the next two days… I’ll disappear forever. And even you, you won’t remember me. And I… I don’t want to disappear. I want to see you always."

Her words were like soft daggers. I felt the weight of every letter she spoke. I stared at her, stunned, unable to comprehend how this could be happening. I murmured in a hoarse voice:

"How? How can this happen?"

She smiled, but it was a sad smile. She placed her hand on my heart as if trying to reassure me, then said softly, as if whispering a great secret:

"Your mind… your mind is what wants me to exist. It’s what’s keeping me here. But beyond that… I can’t tell you."

She stood before me with a mysterious confidence, as if she held a secret known only to her. She gazed at me deeply, then said in a calm yet assured voice:

"I can place my hand on your mind and make you experience the story as if it’s a dream. You won’t feel your hands writing; you’ll just live the events. And I will stay here… watching your face and living the story with you at the same time."

Her words left me speechless. I couldn’t respond or even think. I felt as though I was stepping into a new dream, but before I could grasp what was happening, she moved closer, slowly. She raised her hand cautiously, as if ensuring I was ready for what was about to happen. Then, she gently placed it on my head.

In an instant, I felt a surge of warmth flow from her hand into my body, as if time had frozen, and my eyes closed against my will. I fell asleep, or perhaps I didn’t, for the feeling was akin to being transported to another world.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a place I didn’t recognize. The sky was vast and breathtakingly blue, but I couldn’t figure out where I was. I tried to move, but I felt as though I had detached from reality.

Then I heard her voice. That warm, tender voice that had become more familiar than I ever expected. She was calling me, laughing with a teasing tone:

"Hey dear, are you going to keep staring at the sky like that?"