Those that vanish were first erased.
One can only vanish after the pain of being isolated is fully numb, in seriousness, for any person this is a heavy price and one that makes empathic brain functioning more challenging. If you go that route, be sure as to why and what you hope to achieve from it.
The stain had vanished like it was never there in the first place, like the whole thing had been a visual joke. Tyler ran his hands over the fabric before holding it up to the brilliant early morning sun. There was no mark at all, not of red, black or any other colour. It was as clean as the day it was created and just as supple, just as beautiful. What had been there yesterday was already fading from his memory, as if it wasn't just erased from the silk, but from history all together. It had been words he was sure, but now that they were gone he felt himself begin to relax. Casting his eyes around him at the trees, listening to the birds, he quite forgot the fabric for a moment. Then when recalled he was holding something he looked down to find only white petals, which he instinctively released into the breeze and watched them float away.
I never vanish, only move on with great speed, there's a difference. In a world where there are predators, one should at least be fast on one's feet.
I tried to vanish and found that my ability to do so had gone. I'd made my last move. But I guess it was the best of fates, because when you won, I won too.