#WritcoStoryPrompt125
Write a short story about how much easier it is to fix mistakes on a word processor or computer than it is in real life.

I'm a writer. A struggling one, but a writer still. My name's Emilia Aurelia Duarté but everyone just calls me Emilie.

It's 3:40 in the morning and everyone in my apartment building is probably asleep but here I am trying to get in touch with my inner emotion and human depth and lest I forget empathy.

Total bull.

But Harold, my publisher who is also my editor and my friend, disagrees. I don't even know if I could call him my publisher; after all, he never once published any of my stories but he also never told me to rewrite any. So, I'll take it as a win, even if it a small and not to mention very tedious one. His words were; 'Emilie, oh you're so dark! I mean, one person could have been happy. Aren't you happy?'

That got to me. That's why I'm redoing it; for me not him.

Now I wish I hadn't agreed because I don't think Jeremy should be happy after getting a new life with his new woman after cheating on his ex who was a drug dealer who did cheat on him with his father's secretary, Tyrone, who had no money to pay for his sister's cancer treatment. Same sister who used him all his life because she hated he was the golden child.

So yeah. Jeremy should not be happy. But he needs to be for me...