Pulse

beat six

"There is no such thing as too broken," Ace said.

"If words hurt a person, only words can fix them. But if a person hurts a person... Fixing is pointless. Broken stays broken," she said.

"Beep, wrong. That theory is too cynical. To prove you wrong, I'll gather up what we're lacking; words, actions and love," he smiled. "And that's just the start."

"Love?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Lots of it."

"You'd really take a chance in loving me?" she asked.

"I'd take the chance in half a heart beat. If you'll let me, that is," he replied.

"And what if I don't?" she challenged.

"Then I'm afraid we'd have a problem. I'd love you either way," he said. Something about the way he smiled and the way he confidently said every word she ever needed to hear, it made her question everything; who was this boy? Why was he here?

"Why?" she asked. She fiddled with the sleeves of her grey sweater, too afraid too look him in the eye.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said. Something about the way he carried himself around her made him seem like he'd known her forever; when in fact, he barely did. All they knew about each other was names. And somehow, that didn't freak her out at all. It didn't worry her that he was, basically, almost a complete stranger. He was there when she fell, and no matter what his intentions were, as much as she hated to admit it; she needed someone. And Ace Wyatt just so happened to be there.

Everything in her life was already a mess, and he had nothing left to ruin. He had nothing to shatter and crumble; and that was why she wasn't scared. She already had nothing; so there was nothing to lose.

"It may sound completely weird of me to say this, but your broken breaks me," he said.

"But you don't even know me," she said.

"Does that have to influence my care for you?" he asked. She shrugged and then sighed.

"You're something, Ace Wyatt," she said.

"More than you know, Eden Eeks."

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Eden's journal; snippet

I still can't believe it. Picture perfect boy with a picture perfect life. Silly isn't it? He just popped out of nowhere. Love? I don't think he quite understands the concept of love, but when he spoke about it so surely and so highly, I didn't want to interrupt him.

Then on the other hand, I don't think I've ever felt the right kind of love to know so. Though if love was the salvation, why was it that all it seems to do was complicate things? Do we need love? Do I need love, as he said?

I'd say that the world was unfair, but then I'd remember what nana would say.The world is fair because it's unfair to everyone.

Is it?

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