"I used to be a different girl. I didn't care what other people thought. I wasn't afraid of being hurt. I wasn't afraid of loving. I wasn't afraid to let someone in. I was happy. I wasn't broken." I say as the tears flow freely from my eyes. "That's the thing Mandi. I don't think you're broken. You can be put back together. Let me help you." He says, his voice shaky like he's about to cry. "Harry, I don't know if anyone can help me." I say and he says, "At least let me try."