The Perfect Ending

She crumpled the paper and made it into a paper-ball, threw it casually. Her eyes were still stuck at the notepad,  at the impression of the words from the page above which she had just rolled into a paper-ball.  That paper-ball alongwith all the other paper-balls that she had been throwing for an hour had unconsciously made into a honeycomb lay arranged on the ground. 

Her phone started ringing. The caller id said, “Sheila”. She did appear a bit mortified on seeing her name but then she let it go to her voice-mail. It has been long since she had started dodging her agent’s call. Every time she would call, she would mock her voice and complete the conversation that would have taken place while Sheila chatted with her voice-mail. “Annie, you are late. You were supposed to send me the draft by today morning”. “I know Sheila, I just got stuck with some work. Only the last bit is pending. I’ll send it to you by tomorrow morning.”  She knew Sheila thought that she was procrastinating but there was only she could do. It was not her fault. But it was certainly easier to dodge her calls than convince her about it.  

She had been trying for so long to put an end to the new story she had sired. The need for the perfect ending was already pushing her over the edge. She had tried everything. Sometimes the words would seem out-of-place, sometimes they wouldn’t be emotive enough. Nothing seemed to satisfy her. Sometimes, her unhinged mind would make her delete the whole draft of the novel that she had already created and want her to start afresh. Thank God for the one that she had burned on a disc and kept it secured in her locker.

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This time it was different. She was not pushing herself for another bestseller. She just wanted something that could put her heart to rest, give her some peace. She was agitated. Writing had always given her some ind of solace but this was new to her. This time she felt a personal connection with the story but shecould not figure it out. She was so good at weaving stories that she had never feared any collision of thoughts. Her protagonists, Mira and Jai were in the room and she was supposed to give an ending to their story. She tried picturing the scene in her mind. She knew she would need a lot many rewrites. So, she had wanted to use her laptop. But, suddenly she felt she would do it better if she used ink and paper. She tried getting comfortable in her bed but that didn’t do her any good.  

She finally opened the bottle of vintage wine, her favorite make. She wanted peace of any kind and that’s when she let her hair down. With the glass of wine holding by the stem, she stood overlooking the streets in her balcony and it struck her. It was time that she fought herself and do what she should have done 5 years back when he stood infront of her, asking for her to trust him even when evidences pointed in the reverse direction. She wanted to trust him but she was scared. She failed him when she turned her backs on her. This was the connection. Those memories had come haunting her back trying to take the peace of her mind, the only thing she had celebratory in her life. She needed to apologize to him. Now it didn’t even matter. But, it was the peace of mind that she sought.   

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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition:

 APPEAR : to have an outward aspect : seem <appears happy enough>

Also, for WriteOnEdge challenge to use the song 'The Black Keys - Gold on the Ceiling '.