Lonely Superman

I return to my couch. I consider putting on the news; there was a time where the reports cheered me up a little, but those days have passed. Now I just wallow in the realization that if I didn't let this stuff get to me the world would have ended by now and I would be free. I cannot unfeel though, despite what I thought were hard limits. So I am stuck here of my own device, my hands weaving my own cage, of such flimsy construction, but elegantly wicked design.

There is a knock on my door, I breathe deeply in and float over to it. Someone needs my help. She looks a little like the one I once loved, which sends a spike through my heart. I regret not being a vampire for a moment, as I can survive any number of these stakes, all they do is cripple me. I handle the issue, warping time so she doesn't even realize it has passed. To her I simply phase for a moment and say "It is done." She seems to be saying something else with a smile, but I give a "have a nice day" smile, close the door, and return to the couch. No one understands me now. The only one who might have is gone, absent from my scans, likely out there living her own dream without me. They do not know that when I phase time passes for me, but not them, and each moment is excruciating. How could they? I have opted not to show them the inverse, knowing what pain it causes. My mind drifts to the version of me still falling on the beach, disintegrating in a matter of seconds from his own perspective, but stretching to infinity for everyone else. The moment he let himself fall, hope fell away with him, and the entire world mourned an event they were unaware of consciously, but had no choice but to feel deep within. There was no justice to it, just like there was none to this, but if I was to be forced to choose a hell for anyone, I would place myself in it. Why...

There is a knock on my door.