Your villain form ends things with the mercy of a guillotine. Chapters don't close around you — they vanish. Friends learn a phase of your life is over when the group photo changes and your hair is different. You have moved cities the way other people change ringtones.
The collateral: people still mid-chapter get archived with the chapter. Somewhere, someone is telling the story of how you were their best friend and then became a rumor. You call it growth. They call it witness protection.
But your refusal to live in a dead thing is genuinely rare — most people decorate their ruts. The upright Death makes room for what's next without burning the bridge's passengers. Give people the ending scene. They earned a goodbye.