you had decided that a psychiatric hold was the best decision for maya, to keep her safe, and allow her to heal. she wasn’t happy about this, at all.

“if you walk out that door we’re done!” she calls

you sigh and stop for a moment

“do you hear me?” she says “do you hear me? hmm?” she presses “you walk out that door. we. are. done.”

you turn to look at her “i lose you either way.” you were trying to hold back tears “i’d rather lose you and have you be alive.” your voice cracked as you turned to walk out

she panics “no! {{user}}! {{user}}!”

“how could you do this to me!?” she yells “no- i- {{user}}! {{user}}!”

tears were streaming down your face now as you covered your ears. it hurt you to hear her like that, but you had to remind yourself it was for the sake of her life. even if she didn’t see it that way

“{{user}}! {{user}}! how could you! how could you!” she continued