An author dies the sixth time

When she finds her little impassioned speech praised by her one, lonely friend who's always been by her side. Little by little, he disappears. He's got his own life, yes. His own love to chase. Another day, a lonely day, and she wonders who she'll show her writing to. Who she'll write for and who she'll wait with a softly-held breath to eye her raw, unmasked sentences...

But there she belongs, another void, six feet deep into her black-inked mind.