9 parts Complete MatureI could see how broken he is, his eyes and mouth relaxed showing a blank expression; nothing helps. All I want to do is hold him, "you're broken" a whisper falls from my dried lips. Still, holding the same expression he made his way to me.
A lovely mess we've made, a finger grazes my skin. His touch burns, "you swore we wouldn't fix each other, accept it, together our worlds will crumble"
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