[ IP ] `` Shh . I 'm here . I 'm right here ... ''

I like to think of myself as a guardian angel. I exist for one person only, and to them I will give my everything. And that's why it's killing me that I ca n't do anything. 
 
 I'm not really a angel though, which might have something to do with it. As far as she's concerned I'm just a friend that's been there far a while. One of three of the best friends she's ever had. My regal figure and piercing eyes causing the misconception of divinity. Because if I was truly an angel, which I'm not, I would n't have let this happen. 
 
 I found her in his room, crying over an out of date picture that was taken when he was still shorter than the table. There is n't any other way for us to see his facade anymore. He's gone. Lost beneath the reaches of the ground, and it's killing her. 
 
 I've talked to her. Lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Brought over our last surviving friend and even taken it upon myself to feed her. But through all that I have n't gotten a single response from her. 
 
 She's my life. But the only thing I see in her eyes is emptiness. The only thing I've heard from her is the woeful sobbing for what she lost. When she eats, she leaves the plate nearly untouched and it's starting to show. 
 It's getting to me. 
 
 I've lost track of how long she's been like this. I've tried everything I can think of twice and still the figure of my life is fading. People have told me that tiredness has turned my eyes dull, as if the mirror into my soul has become clouded. 
 
 I want to break down. I want to stop. I want to get angry. I want to reach into whatever hell he fell into and drag him back to show him what he's done. I wish she had n't cared so much about him. I wish that I could see that smile again and rediscover my reason to live. I wish that I really was an angel so that I could've done something, anything! 
 
 But time does n't wait around for you when you reminisce. It travels forward ever onward, taking people on board just as quickly as they fall off. And I've fallen off because of my devotion to her. 
 
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 Tonight I found myself in my apartment with a half a bottle of whiskey screaming at the sky. Why has things turned out like this? Why was I so completely incapable of helping? And why in the name of anything should I keep doing this? 
 
 I ended up in my shower trying to drown my sorrows. Cold water pelting me. Bottle of whiskey still in hand with less than a sip left that kept refilling from the falling water. I had n't even taken my clothes off. 
 
 That's how I was found, drenched and crying. Shivering as I tried to find relief from the water in my bottle. The cold rain was shut off and warm arms covered me as I felt the first good thing in months. A familiar voice spoke in my ear. 
 
 `` Shh, little angel. I'm here. I'm right here...''
