| An Exchange
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There was nothing but broken glass inside my chest, shards slicing my heart into pieces. I was gutted as if my body and soul had been turned inside out.
I wasn't a weak man. Far from it. But when she held that blade against her wrist, I felt like the weakest man alive. Every ounce of strength instantly drained from my body. Every beat of my heart only spread the fear further through my veins. It scared the shit out of me. The thought of her taking her own life, of her no longer breathing, was the most pain I had ever experienced. I knew she wasn't bluffing. It was in her eyes. The desperation. The resolve. Something was driving her. She said there was a reason, that I should discover it. Which meant that something or someone had her in a corner, and she had no choice. But what?
Think, Anthony. Think.