One day he just vanished. A whisper lost in the echoes, an afterthought that most people he knew didn’t bother to explore. No one noticed at first…why would they? He sought comfort in the shadows, solace in the golden realms of imagined nostalgia…he was a beloved nobody, a legend in his own fool’s dreams, a nightmare of self-sufficiency and aching, futile longing.
One day he just faded away. A lost soul clinging to slippery rocks of love on distant shores and in dark welcoming corners until he let go and let the water…the always welcoming arms to the roiling seas…melt him away…one with the fickle Universe at last.
One day…one day he was less than memory…less than an sad whisper lost in the echoes…one day he was less than all of the dashed hopes and imaginative lies, less than the fleeting times when he was informed by the laughter of babies and the bittersweet tears of women and the faithful companionship of men, less than all of the memories…real and imagined…that colored and molded his time in the material world.
One day…or so the story, told in dispassionate whispers among the uncaring echoes, goes…he just vanished.
And, of course, the world moved on. It always does.
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