He smiled and never once faltered.
It was a play and this was his stage after all.
This was the first act, the introduction. Next came the meeting. Next came the knowing.
Next came the sleeping. They slept so peacefully. So quietly. And life went on.
The world didn't even know except those watching the play, and of course, the ones in the play, but they didn't really know that either.
He walked off the stage and back into the shadows. Back into the shadows that whispered and taunted, the shadows that leered and screamed at him.
He was home after all.
Invisible to the world, the world that went on without him, play or no play.
He didn't need to smile there. No one was watching, so where was the point? No one could see him in the shadows, so they couldn't save him, no one could.
He always tried so hard to get help, but always in vain. Vaguely he wonder if he wanted to be saved, as the shadows whispered sweet nothings into his soul.
No one else could hear them after all. Just him and him alone, but he was never alone.
And the world went on without them.
It was all just a show after all. Just a pretty show for them all. And life would go on.
It always did. It always did leave him behind.
Shifting his bag, he walked out to begin the next act. He smiled and walked off, off to set up the next stage. And so it repeats itself.
It repeats. Once again, he goes back into the shadows. They welcome him now. Nothing else changes. The world just spins and spins, round and round, and life goes on and on.
Without him, without them. But the play doesn't stop.
He's never been so tired. He doesn't even know why he was tired, but at the same time, he knew why all too well.
But no matter what, the world went on, it went on and left him behind with all of them, in the shadows.
He was alone and left behind, in the shadows, but he was never alone and was always several steps ahead. Not that the world cared. It left him long ago.
It left him too far behind, stuck in the past, thrown into the future, and broken in halves that were too broken to complete the other.
Alone and in the dark, eternally bleeding for prying eyes that didn't see. They were far too blinded by the sun God's light to see who they stepped over.
He prayed and believed for so many's sakes, but never truly trusted a God's word again.
He was alone in the shadows, setting up plays and stages, in a place the world never goes back to.
Forgotten, alone, left behind, and in the dark. But he was never alone. It just didn't work out that way.
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Dedicated to Cadens Stella after reading another one of her works, Resilient! Made quickly, but I gave what was left of my creation of the day into this.
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