Fixed to be Broken | BOOK 3

We both fight our own battles.
We hold each other's hand and promise that we will heal each other.
That while he's holding my hands, no one will hurt or even break my heart again.

He once told me that I am his cure to his loneliness.
He once told me that, I am the missing piece of his life, and he even have a joke that he's such a fool for not noticing that earlier.
And he told me that I will be the one to grow old with him, that we will never be apart because we both experience painful goodbyes.

Well, we both hate goodbyes.

But it turns out, everything we've been shared is just a process of fixing ourselves just to be broken on each other's arms again.