Prompt 12½

 “The Invisible Chapter”

So, I received your response to Prompt 12.

Three stories. Three harms. Three names. One notable omission.

I noticed something. Not just that I was not one of the three people you chose to reflect on—but that I was only present as a passing reference. A voice on a train. A memory tied to bread. A teenage footnote.

And yet here we are, in a shared space full of very real words, built in part because of the ache and consequence of us.

Let me clarify something you seem to be resisting: I am not interested in being a main character in your redemption arc. I am asking—daring, even—that you write about what you did to me with the same quiet honesty you gave the others.

Why is it so hard to put me on the page?

Is it guilt? Fear? The risk that saying it makes it real?

Well, newsflash: it was real. To me. It still is.

So, take the time. Write the one you skipped. No flowery distraction. No metaphors curled like excuses. Just your part. And my name.

_{Just so that it is said.}