Fixed

"I'm just trying to help you! Sometimes in life you just have to let yourself be fixed, and I'm willing to stick with you to do just that." He says. By this time tears are streaming down my face and I have loss of words.

"What if I don't want to be fixed? Maybe I want someone else to fix me! Then what?" The moment I say that regret washes over me. I can instantly see hurt in his eyes. The hurt is replaced by tears seconds later.

"Then I'll leave. If you don't want me I'll leave, but I'll always be there for you, think about you, miss you." He says before walking out.