I've been trying to find Waterfiish
. That's where I've been. With nothing but a false name, and a picture of a man he never was. His absence tore me in a way no other person had before. You see, when I was most active as an artist on DeviantART, I was at my most vulnerable stage in my adolescence. I lived in my own world, shunned by the one I was born into. I longed for an epic romance, adventure, and friendship. I found friendship here for the first time.
My life was turbulent; I suffered from depression and ostracism. The words of Waterfiish
kept me from ending my own life on a tumultuous Thursday evening. He healed me, made me a better person, and became my one ally in the world.
And then he left. Dissappeared. He's gone forever.
I've tried everything. I learned how to code to try to hack his DA and his email just for more information. I contacted private investigators. I even found the man in the pictures he had uploaded so long ago. They are not the same person, and that person could not help me.
So I have given up. Resigned. I'm done with all of that nonsense now. He might as well be dead. He is dead.
I've grown up. I'm heading off to college the antithesis of the fifteen-year-old you met all those years ago. I'm in a committed relationship with someone I love, and I've gotten psychiactric help for my problems.
I'm not the same person, but the challenge of finding that man still nags at my mind like an incessant leech. Like a tumor.
And now you know where I've been all these years.
I've been growing up.