[ WP ] Write a story about one of your fears .

They used to say I could n't walk a block in this city without running into someone I knew. It was a bit of pride and comfort in knowing there was always someone you knew around. A measure of notoriety or at least that a friend was close by. 
 The years disappeared and so did that claim. The distance I'd need to walk increased more and more. Despite every effort, the friendly faces seemed fewer and further between. 
 Today, I walked the streets I used to call my own. People walked past without a second glance. Not a word was shared. Despite every effort, every face was foreign. Traffic blocked out the sounds that used to be conversations. The buildings were the only thing that was familiar. 
 I realised I'd become a shade, haunting a place where my name was revered. Now, it was like I never existed. Physically, I was here. History had forgotten I was ever there at all.
