I sat huddled in the corner of her room hiding. Tears rolled silently down my face as I hugged myself. He was gone and he was never coming back. Not this time, this time I wouldn't let him, I was sick of the pain. All that I wanted was for it to end. I would do this and I would show him. I looked at the two rings on my left hand. I slid them off and held in my hand. I pulled my razor from my pocket and admired it. This one item had never betrayed me and now it was going to help me end my pain. I drug the razor slowly across first one wrist and then the other. The crimson blood pooled out of the cuts. I sighed in relief at the familiar feeling of the pain. I knew this time would be the last, but I wanted him there. I wanted him to see what he had caused. I silently wished that he was there. Just as my world started to go fuzzy around the edges I saw him run around the corner

"No." he whispered and ran toward me.

"You came? I thought you went to her?" I asked him weakly

"No, I didn't you ran off before I could tell you the whole story." He said quietly, unshed tears shining in his eyes.

"I love you." I whisper

"No, please." he begs, but I don't want to hold on any longer, I sigh gently as the darkness over whelms me, the last thing that I feel is his tear hitting my cheek.

I sit holding her in my lap, rocking gently back and forth as the tears flow freely down my face. This is all my fault. I gently kiss her forehead.

"I am so sorry my love."

I lean over her and pull her close. I look up to see my daughter… our daughter … running towards us. I get up quickly and met her before she can get to her mother.

"Angel, sweetie please don't."

"Daddy, what's wrong with mommy."

I look over my shoulder and look down as I feel the tears sliding down my cheek, "Angel, mommy is … remember when Grandma left?"

"Yes." She answered shakily.

"Well mommy went to stay with Grandma."

"But why?"

"Oh honey, I wish I knew, I really do."

I pulled my daughter close to me and held her as I felt her start to shake with grief. I pick her up and walk over to her. I lean down briefly and look at her one last time, and that is when I see it, a sparkle I gently take the rings from her hand and that is when I realize why she did this. This truly was my fault.