Her life is over
I hope I am never in such a bad place again
She sits on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, naked and alone. She has been betrayed and abandoned, lost and confused. She has tried to climb her way back, to fight through the tears. She is no longer strong enough, no longer whole enough. She is too tired and too disenchanted. The razor glides across her wrist in a swift motion, the blood bubbling in its trail, dripping to the floor. For that one brief moment she felt...