Bab 440: Chapter 99: This Fucking Power

I stared at Warren as he held the knife to his throat. His words ached my heart.

“You shouldn’t think so low of yourself,” I softened my tune and wished he could see that I wasn’t trying to be his enemy.

I took a step toward him tentatively, ensuring that he wouldn’t do anything to harm himself immediately, and then moved close enough to get to his right hand which was holding the knife.

My hands gently wrapped around his and slowly moved it away from his neck.“You have a lot to live for. Also Warren, I’m not worth ending your life over.”

Warren’s face fell. He lowered his gaze and his hand loosened so the knife dropped on the hard floor, making a clanging sound.

I gave a brief sigh of relief.

Grief and sorrow could cause erratic behavior, but if he could just get past the worst of it, he would be able to find the meaning of life again and start to appreciate it.