Forgotten

In desperation, I tried to hold on to the memories, the shared moments, but they were dragged away by an invisible force.

My existence was fading away, consumed by oblivion.

In my last breath, I managed to look at his face.

The eyes that used to sparkle when they saw me now looked at me strangely, without recognising me.

And then I knew: I was lost forever in the darkness of abandonment.

I, who was his most precious memory, had become nothing more than a ghost.