QUOTE : Tristan's decline was steady and sure after that.<br /><br />Every tragedy, every harship, seemed to suck him just a little bit deaper into the grip of his own personal hell.<br />It felt like every slip up, every relapse, was pulling us down, until the weight of all our failures was dragging us under.<br />At first we were drowning together, but my will to survive was too strong to let that continue forever.<br />My hold on him became weaker and weaker, and eventually, every finger broken, my hands opened, and I let him go.<br /><br />No one could say I didn't fight for him. No one could say I didn't lose.