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Two-two scratches at the door. The sliding glass door. I let him in. I am so happy and shocked. No one else seems to want to give this miraculous event any attention. Am I lucid? I pick him up and give him all of my love. He seems disturbed, not himself. I am reminded of Buffy's second coming (laugh out loud). He is in pain. I now notice a large hole on the right lower side of his tummy. Holding him, cradling him in my arms, I turn to my family for some help or advice. Something! They all look down, shaking heads nay. They tell me that he may be alive and that there may be hope, but it is not “RIGHT”. They gave me the feeling that helping save Two-two was immoral or corrupt. I turn to Brian, the same reaction from him. A sad, firm, absolute; NO. I am so distraught, lost, speechless. I've snapped. I'm yelling and screaming and raising hell. My heart is broken.

I am moving into a new apartment with my family. There are other people living there, a man and his adult son. The son ,whose name is David, is a few years younger than me and attending college. After moving in, I go out onto a walkway that faces a courtyard in the middle of the building. The courtyard is completely filled with water, and it is very deep. The walkway has no guardrails. As I walk, I see my daughter heading for the edge, before I have time to react, David pulls her from the edge. After securing her inside, David and I continue to walk. Suddenly, he pins me to the wall. He leans in to kiss me. I shrug out from under him. "Don't be silly," I say. "I'm married."
"So what if you are?" he answers.
"I love my husband." I look at him with sad eyes. I hate hurting people.
He stops and looks at me. "If I were more fit, had abs and stuff, would you want me?"
I sigh. "If I were single, I'd give you a chance, but anything that might be between us is not worth losing him over. I really do love him."
I continue to walk. As I walk past an open closet. David backs me into it and closes the door. He pins me again and starts to kiss my neck. I push him off of me. "You just don't get it, do you?" I look at him angrily, my eyes demanding an answer.
He looks defeated. "I'm sorry. I'll stop."
I try to open the door, but it is locked. I bang on the door and scream, but nobody seems to hear. I decide that nobody is coming, so I sit on the floor next to the door. I see a figure drawn on the door (I don't remember what it was) and markers in a case affixed below it. I begin to color in the figure. I am almost done when the door opens. It is my husband. I throw my arms around him, glad to see him and glad to be saved. He pulls me aside. "Did he do anything to you?"
I glance at David, naked defeat in his eyes. "No, it was an accident," I answer.
After we all leave the room, I pull David aside. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you," I tell him. "If I had met you first, maybe there could have been something between us, but I love him. I can't lose him."