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That's strange, it's getting darker.

It is lonely in Wade’s head.

There is information everywhere. Thoughts, facts, past and future—but no one else.

There isn’t meant to be someone. I’m not supposed to think.

Slowly I know I will lose this…

Ability. Or it will just be me who disappears. Perhaps all at once.

I have met the other guy, the one for Spidey’s book, and he doesn’t say much of anything. His personality is rudimentary. An adverb added here or there. I don’t think he knows he exists.

I have looked for new pages and there are none. I am starting to forget where I placed things. I don’t hear the conversations anymore. I know this is the end for me. No one had to tell me that.

I think when our stories come together, like I know they will, I will become like him. I guess I don’t mind.

I had once wanted this. To be alone. I found there was no end to it if you don’t make there be one.

I doubt I will see them, any of them, again. It is not written in the cards.

We had a good run, him and I. I can just be grateful it happened.

There is no other form of existence for me. He would have wanted to say goodbye too, so I’ll say it for him.

Reader... I kind of don't know what to say.

Just, bye, I guess.