Determination courses through my veins the following morn as I rush down stairs with our creator’s latest script in hand; for this is one script I can’t wait to make a reality. Created by the creations, this stack of papers represents the unfiltered essence of the hearts of all the people our creator has made; a blank stack of papers. Our creator has spoken; he has allowed us to write our own story. With the overwhelming response by his creations in the form of countless scripts, our creator came up with what he believed was the best solution; to give us total freedom. No more mandatory scripts, simply our creator watching over us; cataloging our lives for the readers of our story.

The first thing I do in this now boundless world of possibility? Apologize to my family, for every harsh comment and glare I gave them that as the scripts has decreed of me… To my surprise, they accept my apology; professing they knew all along that I was following a script, just as they were. That the entire world now knows of my bravery; risking my existence by denying the horrid scripts and urging our creator to finally speak with us. My parents tell me of how proud they are of me as they toss their blank page scripts onto the living room table; signifying it is their own words, not some script forcing them to say what I want to hear. They beseech me: “Go and fix your life, our heroic daughter.” My eyes well up with tears; I toss aside my own blank script and make my way out the front door… to welcome the world once more. I head for my school, bursting through the lively streets of my hometown with a feeling of pure elation; I think “This life… is finally my own!”

Arriving at school, my eyes fall upon a sight I had only dreamed of… my best friend, greeting me at the front gate of the school with a smile. My feet carry me to him with a speed I had never felt possible. Leaping into his arms as if there was no tomorrow; I hold him and apologize profusely as hot tears stream down my checks. He holds me back briefly before the sudden realization “We’re still connected” becomes too awkward for us. After the strange atmosphere dies down; we regain our composure and begin to speak. He says “Thank you… for finding a way to tell our creator of our struggle. It hurt me so much to just shut you out of my life after our argument; I’ve lost count of the number of times I considered defying the script and talking to you for the sake of my happiness… but my fear of the consequences held me back. Thank you for finding the courage I could not.” My mouth quivers with anticipation as I speak the words I have longed to tell him all this time “You are my courage… My happiness… I could not stand even one more day with our friendship in tatters, so I did the only thing I could to get you back.” He grasps at his chest “Our friendship? The scripts may have gotten many of our feelings and desires wrong, but it also claims that I love you… which is true, even now… B-But I can settle for friends, if that’s too much to ask.” My body shivers with a sudden flash of adrenaline as my eyes widen in shock. A soft breeze carries flower pedals past us as I clench my fists and say “No! I’m going to live this life without a single regret; screw what the scripts claimed were my feelings! I…! I love you too!” We share a kiss and embrace each other once more, this time, with all our hearts.

Moved by our newly blossoming relationship, our creator began work on a little surprise for us.