The eerie silence of the night was choking her breath as she hustled forward on the lonely and dark street. Nobody can be seen, nobody can be heard. Her panicking breath was the only sound she can hear on her trail. Awkward. Why was she panicking? He thought while taking the sip of coffee. Is that the fear of dark or fear of silence or fear of the one who was following her? He again started to write.

She could feel the pair of eyes following her on the street. Someone was definitely following her, hiding in the dark and waiting for the perfect moment to show himself. He lifted his weight from the left side and leaned a bit to his right and then did the reverse process on the chair in front of his laptop. He kept on thinking about the story he was writing but something was bothering him about the thread of his story. He had got a perfect sequence to start with. But there were many questions to be answered. What was she doing there in the dead silence of the night? Why will someone follow her?

His mind was suggesting him so many things but nothing suited well. He had to write this one anyhow. After so many days he got one muse to write about and this time he doesn’t want to let it go. He was way behind his schedule. His publishers are in anguish due to his lack of competency.

He was getting frustrated. He looked all over the place where he was sitting. The scattered pile of crumbled papers and the flickering lamp made him more morose, and his bed was calling him desperately to sleep. He instantly withdraws his attention from the bed. Nothing encouraged him to write anything further.

He raised himself from the chair and roamed in the room for a while. Thinking aloud but nothing came. The holidays were getting wasted; this was the last night for him to finish his book. In the frustration of deadline he pulls up a cigarette from his pocket and lit it using the lighter. The smoke helped him to relieve the nerves.

He opened the window of the room and saw the dark streets of the city. Barely one or two street lights were working. The city was sleeping at that hour of the night and he was awake to fulfill his distant dream of being a bestselling author.

Suddenly something shakes him. The thing was the sight of the street. It was the same as he just described and that lady trying to walk as fast as possible on the dark street was making the whole seen as realistic as he was describing in his book.

Instantly he decides to go after the lady on the street. He ran down from the hotel where he was staying to the streets behind the lady. The lady was panicking. But why and what was she doing here? He started following her to know the answers. Lady kept on looking behind, maybe someone is following her. But who? Is she expecting someone? He looked behind, no one was there.

She kept on running and behind her, he kept on following her, secretly. He wanted to know the lady’s fate during that eventful night. He was excited and she was afraid. The darkness was now playing with both of them.

Then in a flash, she disappeared into the darkness in a swift. He got terribly tensed. A torrent of grievous thoughts came into his mind. Because in the process of following here he had ended up in the middle of a large graveyard! He could her presence nearby. She was just there. He ran his eyes everywhere, but she was nowhere. The fear came back. He wanted the answers; he wanted to know the end. This is not the way it should end. Every story has an end. Only she knew the end and now she is nowhere.

And then in the same way as she disappeared, she appeared and with her, a sudden and enormous pain also appeared in him. She stabbed him. The knife got stuck in his abdomen. He could feel his losing breath. Her face was clear to him but his questions remain unanswered, what was the end?

He could only whisper before dying, This could not be the end.

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