As the evening sun faded outside his window, Kendrick slouched at his desk, staring at the blank computer screen in front of him. There were too many things to feel; like always. Spiraling thoughts pressed down on him, suffocating his thoughts. His energy waned, seemingly sapped by the darkness closing in on his cold bedroom. The blinking cursor mocked him. A grating reminder of the emptiness inside him. A flicker of an idea sparked within his heart.
Fingers trembling, Kendrick took a deep breath and let his hands move. Words flowed through his fingertips onto the screen, building and forming into a world far removed from his own. In this story, he created a character named Mercia – a radiant and indomitable heroine who embodied everything Kendrick wished he could be. Mercia possessed a seemingly flawless beauty, captivating every person she encountered. Her vibrant eyes held secrets and depths that Kendrick could only hope to explore. With each word of description, he poured his longings into Mercia’s character. Acceptance. Validation. Hope. Joy. All the things outside Kendrick’s reality. As Kendrick delved deeper into the story, he crafted a realm of enchantment where darkness was banished, and happiness reigned. Within this world, Mercia faced challenges of every caliber. She always emerged victorious, with a smile on her face. Her resilience was a stark contrast to Kendrick’s helplessness. Throughout the tale of Mercia, Kendrick grappled with something dark within himself, assigning its formless menace into a relentless shade that pursued her relentlessly. Endlessly. And yet, Kendrick granted Mercia incredible personal strengths and unwavering support from companions who never faltered. They stood by her side, guiding her gently through the darkest of trials. A dark reflection of the connections that seemed just out of reach for him. Kendrick watched Mercia’s transformation as the story progressed – her initial timidity promptly overshadowed by a resilient empowerment. She grew further, her powers always breaking through the darkness of her enemy. It was hard to focus, but if he just let go, the words came. And with the words, some part of him trembled with cathartic release. With a final keystroke, Kendrick breathed deeply, wiping tears from his face. In the end, he reasoned, Mercia was more than just some fictional character he created. She was a call for help. A beacon of hope. A symbol of courage. As he read back over the words of his creation, Kendrick smiled. A glimmer of hope had ignited within. Maybe, just maybe, his own story didn’t have to be one of endless darkness. The weight on his shoulders seemed a little lighter. The darkness in his mind was a little less daunting. In that quiet room, under the glow of a laptop screen. And, with an absolute Mary-Sue of a character, Kendrick found something no one else could give him. He discovered a reflection of his own strength. A reminder that even in the depths of despair, there is always a flicker of light waiting to be kindled.
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