There was no note when he left, and when he left, he left everything. He didn't take anything. Everything was as it had always been. It seemed as though he could walk through the door any moment and start to move things in the room around. That it was just another day that his voice would echo through the world just like any other persons voice. That he would be within sight and reach. That he wouldn't be...

GONE.

He wouldn't come back either. No matter how hard, how far, how long everyone looked. He wasn't coming back. Even a wish upon a star was futile.

The world just kept spinning on. Like nothing had ever happened. Now nothing ever did. It was never ending, yet seemed as it had already ended.

He was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. For good, but it wasn't good. It was bad.

It tore at everything. Like it wasn't supposed to happen, but it had. Nothing could change that. No matter how much change was needed.

Everything was the same.

He was gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.