Letting Go

Simon wasn’t ready to let go. He held the knife in his hand so tightly that a sharp pain started to form somewhere in the background. His hand felt wet and his stomach churned thinking about what he had done to himself. He dropped the knife, reached for the kitchen towel and wrapped his bloodied hand without looking at it. He would faint at the sight of it. Right in front of his mother, her 17 party guests and his girlfriend and frankly, he’d already embarrassed himself, trying to save the main course. He would admit defeat and walk home, empty-hearted.

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