"It only hurts just now," she whispered over the phone, one summer night. "Just now. Think it over, please."
And so he sighed in defeat, dropped the blade, and listened to her breathe.
"It only hurts just now," she whispered over the phone, one summer night. "Just now. Think it over, please."
And so he sighed in defeat, dropped the blade, and listened to her breathe.
Fever-hot tears ran down her face as she tried to move the knife, trying desperately to get it out of her. She wanted to keep trying, but, somehow, she knew.
She knew it was too late.