“Who are you?” She asked. Everything was hazy and dark.

“Vesper?” I asked.

“How do you know my name?”

“I… how do I explain this? I- I made you” she scoffed.

“Right, your saying my dad isn’t really my dad?”

“No, I mean your… *sigh* your just a fictional character”

“Your telling me that I’m not real?” She said in a panicked laugh.

“Vesper I-“

“No!” She screamed backing away. “For the sake of argument, you mean to tell me that my life was your creation?”

“Vesper-“

“That everything YOU put me through was for the sake of entertainment? YOU MADE PEOPLE HURT ME!” She screamed. “YOU MADE PEOPLE HURT MY FAMILY… MY CHILDREN!” Tears streamed down her face.

“Vesper listen to me! You wouldn’t have had any of that without Bentlee. I gave you Bentlee!” She stopped and thought about it.

“Perhaps, but you gave him trauma because of me” she said angrily. I sighed.

“Darling not every story has a happy plot. That’s how life is, so that is how stories must be”

“I hate you”

“My life wasn’t easy either! I needed someone to relate to, even if they weren’t real. I’m sorry Vesper.”