Danny stared at his hands and lower half of his body, his heart racing and breathing failing him. He was fading, turning to dust. He felt the whole world around him stand still, not needing him. He had lost his purpose. Tears streamed down his face slowly.
Nothing felt right. Nothing felt solid. Nothing felt real. He closed his eyes.
No one needed him.
No one wanted him.
No one liked him.
No one cared about him.
He watched everything around him fade, feeling a burning feeling of feeling fake. Of non-existence.
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Sorry not sorry. I nearly cried writing this myself. Heads up- some real sh!t is about to go down in Blackmailed and this may or may not be a trailer for it.