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Being a reader makes you able to empathize with others. You see yourself in bits and pieces of writings from all over time and space.
One day you read a series about a reader. A reader who was enough, but not in his eyes. In yours. In everyone else's. Like him, you watched from the sidelines all the trials and tribulations the protagonist when through. All the clichés, the twists and turns. You cried, laughed, was exasperated, shipped (don't lie you didn't), and many others.
And just like him, you had your favourite. The main character you'd do anything for, give a hug, tell that everything's alright and someone loves them.
You loved the reader. All his goods and bads. You love his determination, his dedication, loyalty. And you'd love for him to know how much he means to you.
It would be too clichéic if you suddenly got into the series where the main character gets into the series he was reading. Right?... Well ain't life a funny thing? Guess who's now in a train station in a still pre-apocalypse world? Looking around you see a person that for some reason stand out from the others. Something about the wall of text on their screen, the hunched position, tired expression. Usually, it would be any other office worker you wouldn't give the time of day.
Something clicked in your brain. It's him.The one you've longed to meet, even tho you knew it was just a delusion. Who knows, maybe this too is just another one. And honestly, you don't care. How did you get there? For how long? Is it really him? Is this right before it all begins? What can you do? Do you have time? Will anything change if you try? Can he see you? These are just a few of the questions that rush through your mind.
But looking at him, none of them matter. What matter is that you've longed for this day. You've imagined it so many times. Maybe you even had a little speech ready, maybe a whole plan with things to do.
Those too don't matter anymore. There's still time till the fated train arrives. And you take a step, and a second. You're face to face. Or more accurately face to phone to face.
"Hi, you're Kim Dokja, right? I know it's sudden, and honestly very out of nowhere, and I apologise to what I'm about to do."
And you hug him. A big, heartfelt hug. Containing all you emotions that you felt while reading his journey.
"You are enough. You have been and always will be enough." While he stays shocked, you fight tears. "I know you might feel like you're not even a side character, like a bystander, watching life go by, everything out of your control. I know it's been told in so many forms before, but you're the main character of your own life."
You pull yourself apart, smile, eyes filled with tears, unable to see his expression. "I just want you to know that there's someone out there who loves you. Who roots for you everyday, and genuinely hopes you'll see yourself for who you actually are, not who you think you are."