Happy Ever After was a lie

It is usual for me to wake up to a pitch black night, but tonight feels unusually gloomy. The trees outside the veranda hisses as the cold breeze disturbs them in their slumber. The rain finally came to a stop after a few hours of relentless pour. My room is closed but I can smell the petrichor and hear the dripping sound of fresh raindrops. The night is freezing cold but my body doesn't seem to care, I was confused, but I guess feeling numb has its own benefits. I got off my bed and walk few steps toward my working table. I have too many unfinished works. All my stories never had a happy ending. I am always trying to figure out how to not end in a tragedy. People hate it. But life is not always a happy ever after. It never is. No matter how hard I force myself to create a fairy tale I always end up making a tragic ending. It took too much resolve to finaly make one. I doubt I can make a good one, nevertheless I tried. My last attempt. As I proceed towards my working table, I noticed a man lying on the cold floor. I was startled for a while, but I thought; if he intended to harm me, he would have done that while I was asleep, so I decided to cautiously come near him and see if he is someone I know. As I draw near I was wondering how was he able to handle the freezing temperature, but what really took most of my thought was answering; how did he managed to enter my room? I always make sure all doors are locked and not a single window is left open. I checked my room for any possible forced entry but there's none. I come a few feet nearer now, I still feel numb and unable to feel the cold wind as the rain threatens the silent night with another burst of anger. I finally came close enough, I did recognize his face, I know him too much that I almost recognized his silhouette but I am too naive to believe it.I forced a bitter smile. The man is lifeless. My eyes joined the rain as it starts pouring again. Too late, there will be no more happy ending in my story.