Giving Up
My hand was shaking with the knife in my hand, why was I even put on this world? To suffer? It was useless, no matter what I did and no matter how hard I tried I was just never good enough, I'm finally so sick of it that I can't take anymore.
Lowering it to my wrist the tears began silently streaming down my cheeks, then the door flung open. Banging against the back door I looked up, he was standing there frozen with shock. The man of my dreams, the object of my dreams for the past five years, and the love of my life. I wasn't sure what to do, all I could do was stare at the dead look in his eyes. He fell to his knees in front of me.
"L…Leah?"
I bit my lip and looked at him wordlessly. Taking the knife from my shaking hand he threw it into the bathtub. I leaned my head back against the wall.
"Talk to me."
I shook my head no and began looking at the cold tile floor, I couldn't stand the pained look in his eyes. It was silent then I heard sniffling, lifting my head I looked at his face. He was crying, I had never seen him cry. I'd seen him scream, and hit walls but I have never seen him cry, I never thought I would see this.
I lifted my hand slowly to touch his cheek, when my fingertips touched his soft delicate skin he turned his face away, as if I had burned him. Opening his mouth repeatedly he finally whispered
"After everything we've been through, after all the troubles we've had to get past. Your going to give up on us after one measly fight? How could you even think of doing this, let alone try it?" He was holding my wrists with pleading eyes.