Running Low | S.M. AU

broken

adjective bro·ken \ˈbrō-kən\

: separated into parts or pieces by being hit, damaged, etc.

"I'm just a broken girl- you can't get all of me, only half. I won't let you do that to yourself." The words fell from my mouth with little tiny cracks in between each breath.

"I want you- I need you, Kendra. All those broken pieces can come back together and-"

"They won't ever be the same. They still have the scars." I whispered trying to walk away.

"Well maybe they aren't suppose to look the same, maybe-"

"No! Shawn, listen to me! We can't. This can't happen! You and I both know that!" I shout at him frustrated. He's making this too hard for me.

"I-I know," he shuts his eyes tightly as he grabs my hand, "but I can't imagine a life without these hands, these arms-" He stops as a tear falls down his face followed by another before rubbing his hand over my arm.

"These arms, this face," his voice cracks as he rubs a thumb over my cheek. Tears prick at my eyes before trying to pull away, "you." He whispered as he sobbed quietly.

"Shawn," I wipe my eyes before continuing, "I need to go"