First and Last line story

“I am an invisible man.” This is what he had repeatedly told the young girl who did not understand him. It was not that he was truly invisible, he was the kind invisible where everyone could see him but they could not know him which made him invisible to society. She would tell him that she could see him, that he was not invisible to her. She did not understand his complexity. She wanted to see him and know him but that seemed impossible. She never gave up even though it seemed impossible. The more she tried to see him, the more he tried to become invisible. It wasn't that he didn't want her to see him. He was just scared about what she would think when she really saw who he was. He was not a social kind of guy. He didn’t have friends or family but he was continent with his isolated invisibleness. He would wake up in the morning, go to work, and then come home to his cat who was the only one that seemed to understand his invisibleness. His days were all the same, repetitive and invisible. Until he met her, then all of a sudden the days weren't all the same which made him anxious and want to really be invisible. He did his best to let her in; to let her see himself for who he was. But he cared for her too much to let her get hurt so after she got past his invisible barrier, he began to disappear even more than before. She sat staring with her eyes shut, into his eyes, and felt as if she had finally got to the beginning of something she couldn't begin, and she saw him moving farther and farther away, farther and farther into the darkness until he was the pin point of light.