The fault lines.
Unfortunately, we were not immortal. Our invincibility was a grand illusion.
Our shared, unspoken belief that she could save me from the things that tormented me began to quiver once I tumbled from our high.
She was still my lighthouse but her presence didn't calm my rough, treacherous seas.
I love her but I picked up a bottle and now I think I've lost her.
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