Fixing The Devil

I was done with him. He can't just treat everything like it's trash! Especially not people. Not me.
"What the heck do you want from me!?" I finally shouted with all my might.
After approximately 7 point something seconds he answered.
"I want you to fix me."
If his voice hadn't been that pleading and if his eyes hadn't been been that desperate and pained and if love hadn't been that powerful, I would've said no.