It was not a good day.
I texted you, but your number was cancelled. Same with mom. Your email accounts were gone. Even your goddamn deviant art profile was shut down, and I knew you wouldn't have given that up unless something really bad happened.
I gave it two days, searching frantically on the internet, while calling your friends asking if they'd seen you, trying to keep the panic from my voice. The only existing account was f*******:, but you were ignoring your messages.
I was ready to report you both missing when the first status update occurred. It announced the start of your fantastic European vacation. There was a selfie with you and a really good looking French guy.
I knew there must be something else going on, but I couldn't help feeling...discarded. I closed my laptop for the
