You know they say that there are five stages of grief? Stage one is denial and isolation. By pushing me away, Cisco is in stage one. Stage two is anger.

By blaming me for Dante's death, Cisco is in stage two. Stage three is bargaining. I am here. If I hadn't gone back in time, then Dante would be alive.

Stage four is depression. Cisco and I are both here. Stage five is acceptance. I'll never be here. I can't be here, ever. It's my fault after all.

Rationally, I know I shouldn't blame myself. Emotionally, I do. Survivor's guilt they call it. Whoever said that time heals all wounds, was full of shit.