Fixing The Devil

Fixing The Devil

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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.
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Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry. "They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood. "This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived." He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth. "I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.

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