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"You made me lose my love once. Now you will lose yours a thousand times. I will make you watch as I torture her and I will not stop until I am satisfied." The voice was angry , desperate, on the verge of melting into a puddle of tears.

I deserve this.

I killed her one love. Her one hope. Her everything. She is lost without him, completely and utterly broken.

But I don't regret what I've done. He was dangerous. To me. To my loved ones. Even to her, though she will never see it. She will never believe the truth... that her one true love was a monster.

But she holds my sweetheart under a blade, my stance changes. She is losing her mind without him, but it's too late for me to change that. She is different. Her voice is ancient, her eyes are dead; lifeless. I do not respond to her threats. She continues speaking as though she has nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
She's just another broken girl in this broken world. She is not the most important.

"Did you hear me?" She cracks. "You broke my heart. You ruined me. And there is no going forward from this place. You made my heart as hard and cold as stone. And now I will use it to hurt you like you hurt me. Like you shattered my very soul."

And at that, I know I may have a way out. A way to rescue everyone.

"I did not make your heart cold, my dear. That was the way you reacted to actions I caused. But there is a way out of the pit you jumped into." I keep my voice neutral, knowing she could blow at any second, any trigger.

Her face crumbles for the slightest second. Her eyes narrow and her hand shakes, making the blade wobble. "You killed him!" She accuses.

I hold my hands up. "I did." I admit. "I did kill your partner. But I didn't set out to murder him. I did not plan it." Now I'm desperate. "Don't you think I have nightmares about that night too? I killed a man. It was an accident that turned out well. He would have been in jail for life anyway." I pause, looking at her shocked face and I have to realize that she thought of him as a hero. He convinced her that we were the enemy. "He wasn't a good guy, darling. He hurt people. He was the bad guy.   And I regret that he died without being saved, but I do not regret what I did. I saved people. And he was the cost."

Tears are streaming down both of our faces now. The poor girl looks crushed as the realization dawns on her face, rests on her body, and soaks into her soul. Yet her hand remains holding onto that blade for dear life.

"I know." She gasps. "I know he wasn't good, but that gives no excuse-"

"Of course not." I interrupt. "But this place your in, this dark and scary hole? You can get out of it."

"How?" She breaths, no longer paying attention to my loved one.

"Christ." I say, watching as the answer is revealed to her. "He's reaching out His hand to you and will pull you out, but you have to accept it."

She nods her head slowly and drops the blade. It echoes as it bangs on the concrete ground. The girl drops to her knees and I rush toward her, laying my hands on her.

And then, together, we pray to get lifted up. That all our guilt and sin and brokenness is lifted away. That we are created new and whole and unblemished.

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