"I need your help with something." She said. He could tell by her tone that they were about to go into something quite serious.
They had just made love, sweet young, tender and passionate love. They lay nude, vulnerable and satisfied.
"What is it..?" He asked.
"When I'm with you, I'm fine, I'm happy. But when I'm not I go into this dark place. When I'm alone I get incredibly depressed. Being with you grounds me. I feel safe with you, like nothing in the world could go wrong. I know that sounds crazy..." She confessed to him.
"I understand how you feel, I'm happy you can talk to me, I'm glad you feel safe with me." He dearly loved this girl.
"I've had dark thoughts about ending my life sometimes. I've tried it several times, but never quite finished the job. If I ever needed help with that, could you help me?" She surrendered her deepest, darkest thoughts to him.
He needed to be ever so careful with his next words.
"Are you kidding me, seriously?? What are you saying to me right now?? Are you asking me if I would help you escape your dark places by helping you end your life...?!?!" He knew immediately that he'd said the wrong things.
She erupted into tears, pulling away from his naked body. She ran from the room. He was left in shock. It was then that his heart started to build up walls against hers.
Seventeen years later, she ended her own life, unassisted, on Christmas Eve.
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