Faded
Fading didn't hurt really. But it didn't feel that good either. It was like after running a race your muscles feel like their vibrating. When you fade you can't scream after all things that don't exist can't make sound. But even you don't exist you don't leave entirely. You stay their but not their like a ghost. That's what sucks about fading. You remain. It's worse than death in death your remembered and people morn you. When you fade no one remembers you. But out of all of that the worst part about fading is watching. Watching the one soul who remembers you suffer. You long to hold him when he has nightmares at night. To kiss him and say everything's fine. Wipe the tears that gather when he's alone. But your faded. You just have to watch be an observer. See him lose himself. And when he's dead there is no reunion. Because your faded. He gets to move on and find solace. You're faded. You have to continue on see the world turn and the sun set. You have to see everything change. Your friends die. Your parents die. You have to go on. Stay fixed in the world. Death may be painful. But fading is worse. You border on reality and actuality . Never sure of which is real which is true. You're faded. Your just faded.