"I wish," I shake as tears drips down my face, "I wish-"

"Don't you dare say it!" He begs as he steps closer to me.

"I just wish that-"

"No, please," he takes another careful step closer.

"Why not?" I ask, as I hold the knife closer to my heart that it touches my shirt.

"Because I love you. Please we can get through this together."

"I love you too. But-"

"No buts please. Just put away the knife please." His eyes are filled with tears by now. His voice starts to shake. It's the first time I've ever seen him cry.

"You're the love of my life, but I'm just a burden. You'll realize it when I'm gone. You'll be hap-"

"Jeannette, stop it. You don't know how much you bring me life. I know it's hard, but you could do it. You're strong. Please put the knife away."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"I do. I love you. And if you die, I'll go with you. I love you even if death parts us apart. I'll love you when you're gone. I'll spend the rest of my life missing you. I'll spend it begging for you to come back. Those days would be so much agony that I will die to reunite with you. So, please put it away. At least, for me?" His voice breaking as he begs. As tears stream down his face. I slowly, shakily put the knife at the sink. He immediately jumps and hugs me tight against the wall, making sure I don't do anything else and in love and worry.

I break down once again, "I just wish to be in peace. I wish my problems would go away. I-"

I couldn't finish my sentences without breaking down yet again.

"I know. I know. I wish it would too."

- Jeans