Chronicles of a Forgotten Character

"Handsome, brown eyes, black hair, fair skin—you look cool, Lucas." I smiled at my reflection.



But then realization struck me like a hammer. Brown eyes? Black hair? Fair skin?



"What the hell?" Curses flew from my mouth as I looked back into the mirror. The face before me was indeed handsome, but it wasn't mine.



The face resembled that of a prince.



"Shit, shit, shit." Based on those features, I knew exactly whose face it was.



It was none other than Kai, The minor side character of the novel that I wrote. My heart raced again, but this time not from fear—more like a mix of confusion and disbelief.



I leaned closer to the mirror, my hands trembling as I touched the surface, half-expecting the reflection to shatter. "How is this even possible?" I muttered, trying to piece together what had happened. I was just a writer, a mere mortal with a laptop and an overactive imagination. I didn't sign up for an identity swap with my fictional character!