as you can see the title it's a story from my diary but make sure to bring tissue papers before reading this :)

when two broken people cross paths Is the fate something pre-planned for them or are they just some random characters in each other's story? Was it fate that brought them together or were they just two broken people who happened to cross paths at the worst possible time? She wasn't supposed to exist in his world. He wasn't supposed to see through hers. Yet here they are-on opposite sides of a line neither of them drew, carrying wounds that somehow fit the shape of each other's scars. Some people call that destiny. She'd call it a problem. Behind every police line there is a story no one dares to tell. This is theirs.