I came to this site to delete my account, or at least take down my stories. Not because I don't like them, not because I don't believe in fanfiction anymore... Simply because, in a way, I've moved on; I stopped being part of the fandoms I wrote and read about; my interests shifted, moved and matured; I changed. 

When I look back, I see happiness. On this site I found the first people that cared about my writing. I made friends I never met, but knew and loved deeply. I found my voice. I got an AFF soulmate. I found a new playground, and full-heartedly I played, with my friends and my sister, for years. Part of my writing is made here, and for that, I'm eternally grateful. 
I came with a smile to take down everything.

And then...

Someone read one of my stories again, on the 1st of January, in 2020. I don't know how this person found this story, but years after, the story was found, read, commented. And I realized that there is a part of my writing, here, that lives on.
I saw the comments that I left on stories I loved with a passion; the messages on friends' walls; My worries of another time, shared on blog posts. I found the comments of readers, people who had read my stories, cried for the words I wrote. Such a gift, all that I lived here. 

I wanted to delete my stories here to make them something else: "original work" that I would pursue dreams with.
I forgot that once, not so long ago, this was the dream.  

And so, I won't take down my stories. I won't delete my account. I won't use this content to create something else. 
Even now, in a way... This, is the dream.

Signing off, 
Silky Green