Jake Alderman was his name but everyone knew him as a man named Yuko alderman. His novelist name, ever since he became famous he decided to discard his real name nearly, or almost completely so that no one could trace back his real name. It made things just a tad bit easier with the press to him. The fact that he could hide his true self from the world and create an alter ego based on who he wished he was. Yet, he knew could never be.<br/><br/>He found himself leaning against a railing at half past midnight with what some might say writers block. A story without an ending was no good for his career. The fact that he was so frozen on how to continue the story really pisses him off. Silver light from the moon  shined down on the city in front of him that he was looking down at, and seemed to truly make him realize how alone he was. Even if he was engaged to a girlâ€¦it was only to make the girl happy. He heaved a sigh at that. Everything he does is to keep a image, and keep everyone happy. No one knew who he wasâ€¦who he really was behind the glass.<br/><br/>His eyes glanced back down at his paper. It was helpless how could he keep writing on such things that he didnâ€™t believe in? So far his fans have been the reason why he could keep writing even though he had no inspiration to write. The paper was blank, and had not a scratch written on it. This paper was part of his rough draft but there wasnâ€™t much he could think of to continue the story. The actual story was saved in a document on his computer.<br/><br/>In technical terms he should call himself Bi but if he did that then his fans would never buy his books or so that was his fear. Both his arms were crossed on the railing and he was sorta leaning on it , as he brought one hand that was bandaged with a white cloth to brush a strand of black hair out of his face. He was about 5â€™9 in height. Not over tall, but not short with a black t-shirt that hung loosely on his body hiding his six pac- the shirt was decorated with graphics, and  dark green cargo pants with a brown belt just showcase his wonderful build. Of course girls checked him out, but rarely did he ever glance there way. He wanted the world to think that he was truly into his engagement. Though the reality of the matter was he liked guys far more than girls.<br/><br/>A sound seemed to break his concentration. It was footsteps which should be common at any other time on the cliff but it was midnight and few people wandered this way at this time of night. He was curious but didnâ€™t shift his head to look. It was most likely a passer by. His paper at that moment seemed to leave his hand and float through the air being carried by the wind. He made no move to grab it since it was a blank piece of paper.