I was so lost in my own self-induced world,
that I couldn't see the pain behind her eyes.
I was so engulfed in my own self,
in my anti-self-preservation,
in my own artificial pain,
that I couldn't see her suffering.

Then one of us fell,
I didn't know what to do,
because it's my fault.
I should have been there.
I should have stopped it.
I should have done something, anything,
but I didnt.
I failed her.
I didnt do my job.

What if I could have stopped it?

Suddenly we were more alike than ever before,
and I hated it.

How could I have been so blind?
It was right in front of my face,
and I missed it.
I can't lose someone this close to me,
this important to me,
to one of my own failures.
Because she is the only thing keeping me.
Here.

The only one saving me from myself.

It turns out that she is almost as far gone as me.