Roman grasps my face gently with his hands, forcing me to look into his worried eyes.
"I can't do it anymore, Roy." My voice cracks as I clutch the blade in my hands tightly, tears freely falling down my cheeks.
He forces me to look at him again. "Rebekkah, listen to me. Don't do this, please. Give me the knife and talk to me." Roman pleads, his own eyes tearing up but he refuses to let them fall.
"I'm here, Rebekkah. I am never leaving you." I know his words are those of the truth. My knees give out and the blade falls out of my hands as Roman catches me, holding me tightly as he let's me soak his tshirt in my salty tears.
"I'm so sorry," I cry hysterically.
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The Angel on Her Shoulder
Teen FictionFor some, a life changing event is a near death experience. For some, their secrets stay secret. But for Rebekkah Hansen, it all started with a photo. A photo full of truths, lies, complete and utter nonsense. Photos can say a thousand words a...
