Suicide Box

Chapter 10

A/N: Decisions, decisions.

I remember sitting on my bedroom floor again. I'd pulled the box from under my bed, and I observed the contents, just as it had been that first time and the many times after that, for many different reasons. I realised that the wadded up glove held the perfect spot to place the jewellery box. And so, I thought aloud to myself, it always had helped me think. That glove had been grounding in my life. It represented a search for accepting myself, and it gave me hope that I could be accepted too. Looking at the ring in my hand, I realised that my girlfriend had lead me to that. I'd seen in her eyes a me that I could love, and she was the love and complete acceptance I hoped for- she was the embodiment of all the glove had meant to me. So, I could throw it away.

A little sniffle had pulled me from my thoughts. I turned around to see my girlfriend standing in the doorway. Tears were streaming down her face.