[~Sander Sides Angst one shots.~]

Why? {drabble}

{Tw, death, fading and forgotten}

Logan sat in his room. Everything was crumbling around his. He was ignored. He even started to make himself fade, but when he brought that up to the others, they didn't care. He even showed them, but they just waved it off. It hurt. Half of his arm was gone, and his leg was gone. He looked around his crumbling room, and sighed. He had taped a piece of paper to his door, but no one had even read it. He was alone.

Alone.