The Novel's Ending

He’s weak.

He’s hated.

He’s the throwaway villain who dies early in the story.



And now… he’s me.



The heroes don’t fear me.

The villains don’t respect me.

The world doesn’t even notice me.



That’s fine. I don’t need their recognition.

Because by the time I’m done, I won’t just be a footnote in someone else’s story—

I’ll be the one writing the ending.