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'And everything you whispered seemed to fade away into nothing,
and all the words shortened to the wind blowing through the cracked window sill,
and every kiss lingered ghostly on my skin,
and every touch itched out my veins and onto the cold wooden floor,
where I lied thinking about you'
❝Why are you doing this?!❞
❝Because I want to *save* you.❞
❝You don't even know me.❞
❝Then tell me about yourself.❞
Delilah Green, a girl who was no longer capable of loving much less living.
Krystian James, He was a guy with a truck and a stubborn mind. He was her _purpose_.
Can Krystian fix Delilah while being fixed himself?
'And maybe if she wasn't so shattered,
you would've understood,
that maybe in another life,
it would've worked, and she'd be okay,
she'd be happy and you wouldn't have gotten hurt.
You should have known,
should have known that she was broken beyond repair,
and any attempt at fixing her,
drowned her deeper into her maybes.'