Chapter 1: The Last Chapter
Joon seized the discolored couch and lay down rather carelessly as he saw the mess of debris from his solo life that he was sick of living in. There flickered some low quality days gone television light from various dirty patches of the room full of wastage and dark collections of appliances that have not been used for years. The coffee table has take out containers from sprees that have been fueled by caffein and the unsuccessful efforts to forget about weekends and the addiction to charecters home! all over, broken take aways. Corner laundry options overflowing with dirty water encompassed around fetid pizza and rotten over ripe bananas, and the beige carpet having exuded its freshness was a collection of food particles, stains, and scraps of memories.
For twenty-eight long years, Joon has been addicted and impressed by the web novel called as, "King of Milfs." This was one such story which helped him in achieving Dreams of love and exploration situated well beyond the limits of his shabby apartment. The lead character was everything most would want, a handsome sexy and extremely charming man who moves about these amazing hot older women. Milfs. They were stunning, sultry and assertive women who combined both the elements of maturity with the elements of passion. Page after page, Joon could feel his heart pounding with every outrageous act, every act of lovemaking that was graphically described in the online chapters. But tonight was different, tonight was special.
It was the end of the line.
His hand moved uneasily as he pressed the button which instilled some kind of fear in him because it would bring an end to the great story he had been so deeply immersed in for weeks. This chapter was not a continuation of the whole thing; it was a crescendo of 20 years of fantasizing, a dream that was followed by its climax. Joon felt a rush of blood to his head and for the first time since he had entered the site, scrolled down within a few seconds. The main character was oh so close to winning his best prise, the complete and final finishing of the story, when he would actually become the true king of all Milfs out there.
Joon had spent years imagining that moment. To be desirable, to be needed, to command all the beautiful women's hearts and bodies, to seduce and then to possess - that was thrilling. He started reading but then his attention wavered. He remembered his own past- loneliness, voids in opportunities that had existed, moments when he had wanted to reach out to someone but had been too afraid to kite. `What a waste of time on my part, how could I forgo doing what I have always yearned for? There is such a question log. Sadly, time does not stand still except for a few moments when there was a compelling 'Why' as to its presence.'"
Wondering what happens next, feeling almost euphoric about that feeling of a victory rather the protagonist experienced at the end. Every word was inspiring making him feel a wish that had been buried in him for a long time. When he did so, he was taken completely into the novel but he suddenly felt a quick pain in the chest.
As if his heart has cracked like a porcelain pot, even placing a bet on such a tragedy. Joon had become so engrossed in the narrative that he didn't think to sidestep the deadly banana peel which was only a few feet away from him. He erred while rising in his haste to Level Two, to complete the last line of five words that would seal the fate of his characters. Joon grasped as the world was turned upright, and before he knew it, he was plummeting down – hard.
The horrible thump of his body hitting the floor reverberated across the tiny house. Again there was a fierce spinning movement, with his circles fading to dark - tunnel vision, now gasping over heat. The ache of his heart became worse, and he felt disoriented and wondered about what transpired seconds ago.
"No! I have not yet finished the story!" he shouted, feeling for something that wasn't around, that Somehow, everyone knows the end of the book first. But it was futile in trying. The surroundings began dissolving and disappearing all over the place and it was as if the world whirling was now in one place. The only repulsion was the mental anguish of not having lived the life he has read about in that book for almost three decades.
"I never even got to see the last chapter…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I was always… always… alone…"