A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, Section A (under 500 words) prompt #060 – write a first person POV fic.

maybe I shouldn't have…

Maybe I should have told all of them "don't forget". Maybe then they would have remembered me, and I wouldn't have become this invisible existing, passing like a lonely ghost through their solid, vibrant forms. Or maybe I shouldn't have bothered trying to touch that light. It just made the darkness more unbearable when I had to go back to it.

And when everybody forgot, I had no choice but to go back to it. Back to that lonely darkness I'd made my home, long ago when I'd cut myself from the world – but not fully, never fully, otherwise I wouldn't still be here like that lonely ghost wandering around I was…and still am. If only I had, or if only I hadn't gone there to begin with…

But it was too late for all those regrets now, and I could only wander like the ghost I was and be forgotten.