Nothing overly spectacular here, and possibly even a little disturbing. I will not take offense if this blurb is skipped over. Just the first thing that came to mind with the prompt this morning. I just have some darker days at times. Thankfully I didn't have more time to go any further with it.

Thanks for all of the support so far. I love you all. Hopefully see you all tomorrow. :)

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative Original
Rating/Warning(s): M
Notes: Possible sensitive nature of the topic.

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: "He would take the secret to the grave."

His entire life revolved around her. She meant more to him than his own life. More vital to him than air.

Why had this happened to them?

In the blink of an eye, he had watched his sweet, demure girlfriend of three years flip like a switch, into a crazed woman he barely recognized. Screaming and whipping out a knife at him from the kitchen drawer, as if she were possessed.

And just as quickly, the knife fell from her fingers and onto the floor, a blank look of shock on her face and her entire body trembling as she backed away from him.

As he took a step forward, she collapsed into a ball on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

"Why is this happening again? Why now?" she cried out, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asked gently, placing a hand on her arm as he crouched down in front of her.

"I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not," she cried, shaking her head vehemently.

"I never thought that. Just relax," he replied, attempting to calm her while still shaken himself by the events that had just taken place.

Her arms clung tightly around his waist and he embraced her.

"I thought it was over. It hasn't happened in years. I came here to get away from it all for a fresh start, where no one knew. And now I have you, and my job… oh my God, if my job ever finds out… I could lose everything. Please don't let anyone find out," she rambled desperately, her fists clenching onto the front of his shirt and her head shaking.

"Look at me," he whispered softly, placing his palm on her cheek until her rapidly wavering gaze finally met his. "Not a soul. We'll figure it out. Don't you worry about anything."

She nodded nervously and buried her face in his chest.

Whatever it may be, he would take the secret to the grave.

Hopefully something a little less morose tomorrow. The prompts look a little more promising for me. Possibly more in the light of yesterdays ;)