“Maya, please, don’t do this. Put down the knife. Please”

Should I listen to him? Does he really care?

“Don’t pretend to care. You did this with Catalina too. Don’t pretend like you care about what happens to me.”

“Put. Down. The. Knife.”

“Why? Tell me why. Why should I stay in this cruel world where i have no one? Why should i stay in a world of pain and sorrow when I could go home?”

“Because you have m-“

“I don’t have you Chris, I never had you. Don’t

lie.”

Anger flared in my heart as I pressed the blade closer to my neck, drawing blood. A stinging sensation rippled along the edge of the blade.

“You didn’t deny it, Chris, now let me go!”

I pushed slightly harder against my neck. I could feel the warmth and stickiness of the blood as it moved down my body.

Chris jumped at me and I dropped the knife in surprise. He was holding me now. My head to his chest. And my stupid, stupid heart tripped a few beats with him so close.

“I’m so hopeless, Chris. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Maya, please don’t cry. I’m going to get you help. Therapy, antidepressants maybe, anything to get you better. And then we can start over. And for the record, I am yours and always have been.”

I stayed quiet as a tesr rolled down my cheek. Maybe everything wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it would.