In honor of IcyNirvana, my first friend.

It was Wednesday morning when Ty, who was an Umbreon Pokemorph, woke up. He was happy, and liked the little group of friends he had on a website for fan-fiction. He loved most of his friends there.

However, the past few weeks had not been kind to Ty's group. One of the group members, Flamer, who was new to the group, had committed suicide. His brother had taken up his account, and had begun to become friendly with Ty's group. It had healed the scar, but only a bit.

But when Ty got on his lovely computer, he noticed a message in his inbox. It was from Flamer's account, and it had something to do with Icy.

Immediately worried for his friend's safety, Ty looked to Icy's profile. Unfortunately, it said none of it's usual information, like OC's. Instead, in bold letters, it read, "Dead Account."

When Ty looked to the account, he found one story that had been updated. When he read it, he noticed it might be the last he would see of his old friend. When he asked Flamer's brother what happened, he responded with the most spirit-crushing words in the world.

"He's actually dead."

Ty was in denial at first. He kept on looking between the two profiles, seeing whether it was a prank or not. After an hour, he went to Icy's profile, and PM'd him. He got a response. The only problem was, it was from someone who had co-owned the profile. She called herself Wulfy.

Ty knew Wulfy. She had helped Icy with most of his stories and responsibilities. But Ty still had a small hole in his heart.

Ty had to remember all the good times he and Icy had together. It was, to be honest, a rollercoaster of fun and sadness.

But when Ty asked why Icy died, Wulfy couldn't answer.

Ty, fed up, went to the nearest game to let off some steam. This lasted for a good three hours.

When Ty had calmed down, he went back to Icy's profile.

"If only I could do a little more. If only I could have saved him," He said to himself. There were only two things that seemed to cheer Icy up back when he and Icy were friends. Those were making Pokemon stories, and talking to him.

So he wrote stories. He wrote stories because he was passionate about them. He wrote stories because he was bored. He wrote stories because he was stressed. He wrote stories to make friends. And he wrote to grieve.

Ty loved to make art. He loved the arts in general. He also loved his friends, so he combined the two things he loved most; his friends, and stories.

So that is why he made OC's. Because they were based off of different people he had met in his life. They were based off of people he wanted to meet. They were based off of people he hated. And they were based off of the personalities of his friends.

Ty wrote because he loves to write. He wrote because he loved his friends. He wrote because he liked feedback. He wrote because he was stressed. He wrote, simply for the fact of writing.

Ty is like many authors; they have friends, dreams, feelings, and even lives. Each person has something that is close to them.

In this case, Ty's closest thing was his friends. They know when he's afraid, happy, sad, or even angry.

Ty writes because he can, and because he enjoys it. He writes to help other people. He writes to make friends.

And that is how he honored Icy. He wrote a story, which was shown to other people. These people read it, and then share it.

Ty, he writes for multiple reasons.

Why do you write?

Post edit: I just want to say, I've never thought I would write 642 words that made almost everyone cry. I… It's just, I wrote this story to tell other people about Icy, and how much I saw him as a peer, as a friend…But this story is becoming more than just that. It's about loss, and how people deal with it. It also deals with why we write…Why we are authors, why we make people happy, intrigued, sad, and even piss them off… But, these days, misery brings strange bedfellows.