I stood there.
Breathing.
Shaking.
Trying to understand what just happened.
My reflection…
Was gone.
Not distorted.
Not delayed.
Gone.
Like I never had one to begin with.
My chest felt tight.
Heavy.
Unstable.
"I'm still here…" I whispered.
But the words sounded wrong.
Empty.
Like I was trying to convince something… not myself.
I forced myself to move.
One step.
Then another.
Slow.
Uncertain.
The street around me continued like nothing happened.
People passed by.
Cars moved.
Voices filled the air.
Normal.
Everything normal.
Except me.
I stopped in front of another window.
Didn't want to.
But I had to be sure.
Slowly…
I looked.
Glass.
Reflection.
World.
People.
Sky.
Everything was there.
Except—
Me.
My breath stopped again.
"No…"
I moved closer.
Closer.
Still nothing.
Not even a shadow.
Not even a blur.
It was like I didn't exist in the world anymore.
Behind me—
Footsteps.
I didn't turn.
I couldn't.
Because I already knew.
That rhythm.
That presence.
That… thing.
"You're almost done."
My voice.
Again.
Calm.
Cold.
Close.
I closed my eyes.
"No…"
"Yes."
A pause.
Then—
"You can feel it, right?"
I didn't answer.
Didn't move.
Didn't react.
But inside—
I knew.
Something was slipping.
Something important.
Something I couldn't get back.
"Your place…"
He continued.
"…is no longer empty."
My heart dropped.
No.
That meant—
He was fully there now.
Living.
Breathing.
Being seen.
While I—
Was nothing.
"I won't let that happen," I said quietly.
A soft laugh came from behind me.
"You already did."
The air shifted.
Suddenly.
Violently.
Not like before.
Stronger.
Faster.
Final.
My vision flickered.
Not at the edges.
Everywhere.
Reality itself felt unstable.
Cracking.
Breaking.
I dropped to one knee.
My head spinning.
"I can't… hold…"
My voice broke.
Something was pulling me.
Not physically.
Deeper.
Like I was being erased from inside.
"Stop fighting."
His voice.
Right next to me now.
"Let it happen."
"No…" I whispered.
"I'm still here…"
"Barely."
I clenched my fists.
Hard.
Trying to hold onto something.
Anything.
A memory.
A feeling.
A name.
But even that—
Was fading.
"Who… am I…" I whispered.
Silence.
Then—
"That doesn't matter anymore."
My vision went white for a second.
Then dark.
Then back again.
Glitching.
Breaking.
I forced myself up.
Shaking.
Unstable.
"No…"
I took a step forward.
Then another.
"I'm not… done…"
Each step felt heavier.
Harder.
Like the world itself was rejecting me.
Then—
Everything stopped.
Completely.
No sound.
No movement.
No life.
The world froze again.
And they appeared.
Everywhere.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Watching.
Silent.
Waiting.
My heart slowed.
Strangely calm now.
"This is it…" I whispered.
One of them stepped forward.
Closer than all the others.
Its shape more stable.
More defined.
Almost… human.
"You resisted longer than expected."
The voices spoke together.
Layered.
Heavy.
"But every system… reaches its end."
I swallowed.
"So this is it?"
A pause.
Then—
"Yes."
Silence.
Final.
I looked around one last time.
At the frozen world.
At the people who never knew me.
At the life I lost.
Then—
I looked forward again.
At them.
At it.
At the end.
"…No."
The word came out stronger than I expected.
Something shifted.
Small.
But real.
"I'm still here."
My voice steadier now.
Clearer.
"I didn't disappear yet."
The presence reacted.
Slightly.
"And as long as I'm still here…"
I took one more step.
"…I can still fight."
For the first time—
They hesitated.
He's about to disappear… but he's still fighting.
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