The night was cold, my hands were shaking. The metal gleamed in the moonlight. How could something so destructive be so beautiful? Then, I thought of your smile. So many beautifully destructive things in my life, so it seemed. I grasped the cold metal in my hands, contemplating my next move. Just a knick of the wrist, that's all it would take to sooth my aching soul. However, deep down inside, I knew that it would only be fleeting. I drew a shaky breath, pressing the cool blade against my warm flesh;
suddenly, it was knocked out my hand and I was enveloped in your strong arms. I didn't notice I was crying until your shirt was soked with my tears. You wrapped your arms around my waist as I clung to your chest desperately. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear me?" I nodded silently, not trusting my voice at the moment. I looked to the sky outside my window, whispering thank you to the moon.