“i know you said not to call you,

but i wouldn’t call you unless it’s an emergency”

“…go on.”

“i have a knife in my hand. give me two good reasons why i shouldn’t kill myself right now.”

“i don’t have two good reasons.”

“do you want me to die?”

“no.”

“do you care about me?”

“yes.”

“am i yours? do you love me?”

“…yes, dear.”

“then why can’t you come up with two good reasons?”

“because then, i’d only be telling you what you want to hear.”

“tell me what you want to say”

“no.”

“…”

“is the knife still in your hand?”

“no, i dropped it.”

“okay, i have two good reasons now.”

“what?”

“i am capable of distracting you and you dropped the knife.”

“ugh, you are so frustrating.”

“at least i stopped you.”

“hmph. i love you.”

“i love you too,

and please, call me when you have an emergency,

and not when you are looking for validation.”