EIGHT

I entered the restaurant and there were lots of people in front of me and I was the only one who was new there. I saw a vacant table in the corner. I sat there, took out the cigarette I had and started to smoke.

"You look sad", a young guy said.

He was like 25 years old and was standing to me.

"No, I am not sad."

"But I can see that."

"See what?"

"Suffering."

It means he is not a normal person. He is another person to read my mind. He could be helpful.

"Sir, can you help me?"

"Maybe."

"Do you think time manage things or it's us who manage it?"

"So, here we got another fan of Necco. I don't know what manage what or who manage who. I just manage things for myself so that I don't have to suffer from anything. Your eyes can show the pain and those suffering because you came to believe that things are going to be fine. But it's not as you see the world. Most of the people believe that everything gonna be fine one day but nobody are ready to work for it."

"I have worked a lot for myself for more than 5 years. I was just following my dreams."

"Say that again."

"Following my dreams."

"So, where is the work for it. You just followed your dreams and that's why you are suffering today. You never worked for your dreams, just following them and letting the time manage things. I don't know what you believed but you did it. You never worked for your dreams. Remember everything from the beginning, from the sadness to the suffering. Do you think you gonna achieve your dream this way?"

"Have you ever worked for your dreams?"

"No, but I followed my dreams. I came here to meet my favourite writer Necco but see I never had worked for it and for 2 years, I am working as a waiter here. I left my family, study and everything for that but then I realised following is not only sufficient to achieve the dream."

"Are you a writer?", I asked him.

"No."

After that, he went to serve other people and his points made me realise a lot of things today. He was like me. He also came here to meet Necco. Maybe, there are lots of people like me.

I saw him in a distance but I was confused about something. I shouted and asked something.

"But how did you know he is in this city?"

"I knew the same way you did. I just followed my dreams and found he is in this city. If I worked for it, maybe I had already met him before. I gave up and I am working for myself now. If you want to meet him then work for yourself."

This was what he said and went by. I went back to my room, grab papers and started to write something. But I was not able to think anything.

I opened my mail on my phone and write a mail to the Necco.

I wrote:

' I made it to the city you told me about just to meet you but I don't think that I can meet you because it's really difficult. I don't think I could work for anything. I lost myself. I did lots of mistake in the past and never worked for myself. I think I have to quit.

- Miss Zero.'

I mailed him and then went to the balcony which was on the other side of my room. I could see the whole city. They all are busy, the traffic and the people. But not only the traffic and the people, but the cloud, the air, the sun, the dust, the birds, the man who is shaving in the building in front of me, the girl who is happy with her new dress, they are also busy on their own either because it's their duty or they are working for it. Now, what's about me? I am in a city where I know nobody, I am completely alone and helpless.

/* She sat on the balcony floor and start to cry hard. She cried and cried until she truly lost herself. She had never cried like this, neither in her breakup nor in any pain. This was completely different for her. She was empty. She feels like giving up on herself. She wanted to die.*/

(**Phone Ring/ Notification Sound**)

As I unlocked my phone, I saw it was Necco who mailed me back.

' The guy in the restaurant was correct. Work for it. We will meet very soon.

With Love - Necco'

The mail gave me a big bump. Necco was there in the restaurant. I think he saw me.

I was so excited about it but when I get excited about something, I always lose.

I don't think the money I have right now will be sufficient. I need to find a job, I should not write just to earn. I have to work on my own. Writing is not a job. I was wrong about it. I should write to people. I should motivate them.

I made all my paid e-book completely free because a writer isn't a businessman.

We write so that we could live, not in our life, but someones.

Month's passed and the waiter was my friend who helped me to get a job which was in the same restaurant. I worked as a cash counter from which I could earn for myself. I left the hotel cause it was very expensive and found the room as rent somewhere else.

I wrote an e-book called "Don't follow if you cannot work" and it was one of the hit. Miss zero was once again on the public lists.

But this time thing went different. Necco published another book and there was a time when he had me in the story as a Miss Zero. And then, there comes a time when Miss Zero and Necco came to be compared to each other.