She's pushed back but makes no attempt to resist. Let it be, she says. The light from her eyes fade slowly away. The glow around her has disappeared. She moves from the centrestage to the side, then to the back and then fades into oblivion.
Those who once adored her now ignored her. She is but a person in the background, no name, no face, no identity.
Those whom she love don't understand her. What's wrong? they ask. Nothing, she replies. It's what she can only answer. What's the point, when they would only half-listen and nod absently? To them, she is a relic, a thing of the past.

She smiles but doesn't really smile. She laughs, but doesn't truly laugh. Nobody notices. Nobody.
Does it matter who or what I was when I am left with nothing in the end?

Doesn't exist.
She's no more.

It doesn't happen overnight. As more people come in, the veil just grows. One day I'll forget you and you won't remember me. One day I won't comment on your blog anymore and you won't on mine. Despite all that intimacy, one day we'll become strangers.
All that will happen one day, but right now, I can't let go. I'm scared and I wish somebody would hear me.
I'm going on 20, but inside I'm just a little girl and I haven't grown up.