When She Asked

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" I can't stop," she cried her knife bloody and red.

"You can!" He half yelled

"No you don't get it I can't!" she paused tears streaming down her face. "I can't" she sobbed.

He pulled her into his arms
"You can" he whispered as he stroked her hair.

"Why bother to stop now when I'll just do it again later, I'll try again later"

"You won't" he said firmly

"Give me one reason" she demanded

He pointed to his pinky.
"For every promise you still have to make"

He pointed to his ring finger.
"When I finally ask you that question"

He pointed to his middle finger.
"To keep people in their places"

He pointed to his pointer.
"To point out my mistakes"

He pointed to his thumb.
"So that I always know that your okay"

He kissed her on the lips
"So you always have something to come home to"

She let go of her blade and put it in his hand.
He placed it on the floor and cleaned her arms.
He put her hands in his.
She looked at him, now she will always remember when she asked for help.

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