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the wedding. Shit.
    “If you had gone to dinner with them you may have ended up dead too, Red. You ever think of that?”
    “Jase used to tell me that. There was a time I thought I’d rather have it that way anyway, since the main man in my life was dead because of me. I thought... I thought that if I were dead too, then I’d be able to be with him again. I didn’t think I deserved to live for a long time after the accident…” All of my thoughts freeze at her statement. I used to hear my mother say similar things to my aunt before she killed herself. Fuck.
    “Don’t say that. That’s just fucking stupid.” It comes out more of a growl than I thought it would, and she pulls back to look at me. Goddammit, I apparently can’t say the right thing to this woman tonight.
    “You don’t know what it feels like, Eddie, so don’t fucking judge me.” She huffs and gets up off the couch, marching towards the bathroom and slamming the door. Shit!
    “Fuck,” I sigh, leaning back on the couch, wiping my hands down my face. Grabbing my phone I check my messages.
    SAVAGE: Sounds good. See you at 8.
    At least I have some time to talk Red back into NOT hating me. After everything she shared I know I definitely need to tell her about my issues, but I really don’t think we have enough time to cover all of those areas tonight, so I do the very next best thing I can think of. Get her out of the bathroom, cheer her up, grovel, and if all else fails fuck her and make her remember why she is here with me.
    “Hey babe... come on, Red. Open the door,” I say against the cold, white bathroom door. I don’t hear any noises from the inside, but I know she is in there. “Please, Red. God... I’m a moron okay? I say the stupidest shit at the worst times. You have to know that about me by now.”
    I hear something in the bathroom drop and hear her cuss and smile to myself.
    “Open the door... please?” I add the please, happy with myself that I remember my manners in a time when all I want to do is BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN.
    The lock clicks and my hand immediately goes to open it. I make myself slowly open it, just in case she’s next to it. The door doesn’t open much, however, but I can smell her fragrance through the crack.
    “I used to think life wasn’t worth living, Eddie. USED TO. If you can’t handle that small fact about me you should probably leave,” she all but whispers to me. I don’t want to have to handle that... How the fuck can someone feel that way one day, then wake up the next and not feel like that anymore? I need to know that she truly believes it was stupid of her, and that killing yourself isn’t the way to ever solve anything. Ever. I couldn’t live with myself if she ended her life, just like my mom did.
    Maybe this is my sign. I told myself, after all, that if things get too complicated to deal with I would back away. If this information, that she wanted to kill herself at one point in her life, isn’t complicated I don’t know what is. The ONE THING I understand less than fighting is suicide... and my girl is both of those. A suicidal fighter. Man, I really know how to pick them.
    “Fuck, Red… how can you think that?” I sigh into the door, leaning on the doorframe.
    “It was a while ago, Eddie. I don’t think that way anymore.” Her voice is so small, like she’s in trouble. Shit, the last thing I want her to be is afraid of me.
    “The thought, at the time, was that it would just be easier to give up than to live with the regret and guilt every day. Sounds pretty cut and dry to me.” She says in such a tone that she’s defending her thoughts. You can’t defend that statement... that’s just ridiculous.
    “Jesus, Red. I don’t know... this is all so much.” I sigh. Fuck! Why are things always so complicated? “Just come on out... we can talk about this. About everything.” If it means telling her everything, all of my rules, all of my past, I’ll do it. Just to make her