[Forget Already] That light that's there, but I can't see it. (Short Story/Stream of Consciousness) {Fiction}

This is a bit dark, but don't dwell too much on it. Someone I "know" on the web attempted suicide, so I'm feeling "down". Ah, but maybe it'll get better if I think of it differently? -Sigh-

Characters: Henry, Errin (briefly), Gregory
Rating: Not for children...?
Warnings: illness, sensitive subject:murder, sensitive subject:cancer, sensitive subject: mental illness, sensitive feels everywhere!!! (maybe? It's a bit short...)

 I'm feeling a bit sleepy, but let's go on ahead...sorry for the bad writing/grammar.