He was on his bed, ready to sleep, when he saw a book and started reading it.
It was this story of a broken boy...and a girl who wanted to help. Who one day approached him and held out a hand.
He read it until the very end. It was almost morning, but still pitch dark.
He remembered how he'd always wanted to meet a broken person, and be just like that girl. Hold them, lend them his strength...
Although, he frowned, remebering the book he was reading was his own journal.
But then smiled, noticing the calm and slow breathing of that girl, who was now lying beside him. Just like the last twenty years after she held out a hand...
And fixed him.
