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Then why do it?

He knelt beside me and spoke softly, I can smell your fear. I know you don't like close places.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

I stared back into the hole and let myself acknowledge just how afraid I was. So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue. So afraid that my pulse was hammering in my throat, like a trapped thing. My voice came out calm, normal. I was glad. It doesn't matter that I'm afraid. I touched the flashlight, tried to pull it from his hand, but he held on. And, short of playing tug of war -- which I would probably lose -- I wasn't getting it away from him.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

What difference would it make if you couldn't climb down in that stinking hole? You'll never have to do it again, Anita. Just don't do it.

I shrugged. Maybe, but I still have to do it.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

He held on with both hands. Why do you have to do this? Just tell me that. You're so scared your mouth is dry. I can taste it on your breath.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

I shook my head. No. He's mine.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

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