As I put the blade against the skin of my wrist, I feel arms around me. Arms I am familiar with, arms that know me for years, my secrets, my tears, everything. Anna holds me tight and I let the blade fall to the floor. I sob an aching sob that doesn't seem to stop. Anna comforts me, as she always has when I was in such a state. I have been shattered by a man, yet I still gave him chances. I shouldn't have spoken to him after Henry confronted him about the women he slept with. And now I am in agony. I should've known that he wouldn't change. Anna slept in the same bed as me, just being there for me. I couldn't speak, because if I speak, tears would take over. She was letting me be.
The next morning, we drove back to the city in silence, I drive back with Anna. Still I couldn't speak. Anna
