I Got A Feeling That I Just Can't Erase Novels & Stories

It doesn't feel like an observer anymore. It feels like a part of me. And I don't know if I can cut it out.

The street behind me looked empty. Looked. That was the word I kept landing on. Not was. Looked. I stood there in the cold and felt, for the first time since this morning, that leaving that house had not put distance between me and whatever was inside it. It had just moved me to a different part of it.

Once I understood, leaving no longer felt impossible. It felt overdue.

The question haunts me as I walk. And I can’t shake the feeling that I just made a terrible mistake.

What am I forgetting? The feeling won’t go away. It tugs at me relentlessly, a shadow I can’t seem to outrun. My mind swirls with fragments, but they slip through my fingers like water, leaving me grasping at nothing. I close my eyes tighter, trying to focus, to recall whatever it is that’s slipping just out of reach as if they were erased from my mind altogether. A distant image flashes before me—a place, a feeling, a memory—but just as quickly as it appears, it fades, like it was never really there. My heart skips a beat, and a pang of frustration settles in my chest.

What's the use of having powers if I can't even predict what kind of problem the people that im protecting are about to face? I've just been feeling like I'm missing a big piece of something you know when the words are at the tip of your tongue but you can't remember whatever it is you're about to say, well that's how im feeling right now The nagging feeling is so overwhelming that I feel like I'm going to suffocate.

that's just what the fucking problem is. I don't want to have fun. Not anymore. I don't feel like my usual self and I haven't for some time now. Everything seems pointless. "...or is it that there's someone you can't get out of your mind?" I turn my head to fix him with a look. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't catch a word he said before that sentence. "What?"

Still… I couldn't shake the feeling. Something—or someone—was watching.

"I can't feel him anymore." ***

The thought was equally unbearable, but in a different, more twisted way. “They… they wouldn’t even know what they lost,” I murmured, voice trembling. The idea of erasing myself from their hearts felt like a betrayal of everything we once shared, of the love I knew burned within us. But they already didn’t remember me, and at least this way, they’d be safe. Safe but… without our memories…