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Invisible.

Invisible.

Invisible.

That's all I am.

I'm invisible to the ones who look me in the eye. They don't know they're looking at me, but they are. The pain of not being seen tends to drive me to the forest when the weather is nice. There, there is no one to see me, so no one can not see me. I don't feel the sorrow there. It's perfect.

I used to love people. I used to hover around my favorites, usually children. Their little hands and big smiles lit up my world. I never really stopped loving them. 

There was a little girl. She couldn't have been older than 10. She was all I had. While she never saw me, she was still the most welcoming. I hovered around her for what must have been months. The light she carried in her eyes could've lit a million candles. After watching her for maybe a year, she died in her sleep one night. After attending her funeral, I left her town and never came back. Thinking of her still brings tears to my eyes. One of my many fears had always been to lose the ones I love. Being invisible meant I had no one to share my grief with. 

Almost 300 years later, and I had made the same mistake so many times. Attaching myself to mortals only for them to die shortly after. 

My name is (y/n). Or, it would be if there was anyone to call me that. The only one to ever speak to me was-

"Manny?" Am I in trouble?

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