She started falling into the darkness, but right before her last foot slipped, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up just enough to survive. They began talking while she was still upon the edge. She told him all her secrets not knowing where the night would end, but not caring either. Days turned into weeks and she fell in love with the wasted time. She didn't care about the topic, just about the comfort. She loved not being alone on nights where she couldn't sleep. She felt cared for, even if he never said it. But then things became worse. She started slipping again and he didn't try to help her back up. She wanted to tell him, but was too scared to. She held on as tight as she could, but she became tired. Then one day, he let go. No warning, no signs, no beforehand thought. She was confused at first but then she realized she had already knew it wasn't going to last long. No one cared for her this much for so long, she knew he was going to give up trying. They always did give up trying. She became a burden and she knew it. She let herself fall the entire way down, not caring if she lived or died.
