You're so easily forgotten.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t already KNOW. Besides, he would be lucky to be forgotten. “To be forgotten, you first have to be remembered.” His lips were pressed into a thin line, his words but a wisp as they evaporated into the air. It didn’t matter how many instruments he played, that he had a black belt in karate, and that he could complete a sudoku within minutes. His existence was meaningless, his imprint on the world nothing that wouldn’t fade with a small amount of time.
He was a shadow. He always stood in the back, and he could not exist without a figure standing in front of him, towering, and he was left to only follow behind, never to be seen, not truly.
The few friends that he had ( just Dorian, only Dorian, and he was always such a larger than life presence ) were up in mountains, heading toward the skies, and he was drowning in the river below.