The Magic of Unknowing

Why.

She slowly drags the blade across her skin as time freezes. My heart pounds. Why.

I lunge forward without thinking. Pulling the knife out of her hands, her blood getting on me. Her. Blood.

Tears streaming down her face, she's perfectly silent. I throw the knife across the room.

Klang.

The metallic sound rings throughout the room as it crashes into the hard floor.

I put her face in my hands and look into her distant eyes. Both of our faces are full of tears. I grasp her, holding her close and I feel her weak arms lightly touch my back.

Why.

I hold her tight and cry. She starts crying, too, with her soft whimpers and she grips me tight.

"I... I'm here, Tyler."