Merlin was drowning, never having enough time to come up for a breath. Every day brought him further down, further away from everyone he loved. No one noticed, no one cared as he sunk deeper and deeper into the waters of depression, drowning in his own misery. One thing after another. Loss, pain, betrayal, guilt, sorrow, regret. Sometimes it was just to much and he would slip into his own world full of bitterness and anguish until the needs of others brought him back to the surface. But it can't always be enough. Someday he will slip for good, leaving an empty shell. No one will notice when one day he just disappears, drowned in the depths of his heartache. Loss, pain, betrayal, guilt, sorrow, regret. It is only a matter of time before depression claims it's next victim, life wasted, destroyed, thrown away. Nothing can save him from destiny. He has nothing left for him in life, nothing that ties him to the world. One word, one act, could send him spinning off the cliff, spiraling into endless misery and woe, never to return. Loss, pain, betrayal, guilt, sorrow, regret. One day it will all be too much, and the raven haired warlock will be no more. Wasted away like he never existed in the first place. And someone will pay the price for not seeing it sooner, for not stopping him. But by then it will be too late. Merlin will already be gone.