It's on nights like these that the loneliness gets to me most. When I need someone but no one is there, my two pillars holding up each other with no room for anyone else.

I go back to my own foundations then. Although I hold myself up, I wonder if they understand that they hurt me more than anyone else. I feel the knife twisting through me and scream in my head over and over again "You make me want to die!"

They make me want to die.

"What is the lesson learned?" the angel asks.

"That I am alone. And will always be...except in brief respites of illusion. Never trust a thing."