She thought she was the only one affected by it. She pushed everyone away: her friends, her family, me… She didn’t even notice we were all gone. She was too subdued by her delusional dreams and drug addiction to look up and see she was alone. She may still be alive, but she is lost to me. She is an empty glass that can never be filled again. Lost on the shelf, waiting to be remembered and thrown away. One loss was enough for me, and as she fell, each drink became so much easier to swallow.