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I was in the kitchen, chopping salad.

Sam was with me, helping me.

The knife was sharp.

It could easily cut through skin.

Just one slice...

"Molly, stop."

I looked down. The knife was touching my skin.

Sam stood there, arms out, cautious, slowly moving to take the knife.

I was reluctant as the weapon was removed from my hands.

But it was quickly replaced with a hug.

Warm and inviting.

I hugged back, burying myself in his scent.

No tears spilled, just thoughts from my mouth.

It slipped out, my voice feeling cold on my tongue.

"Sam, I want to kill myself."

"Please don't.

I love you.

If you went I'd never forgive myself.

Please."

"I won't."

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