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They didn’t have to beg, unlike before. It was Honey who requested the song. She said it was for Kobe. She also said that she wants Kobe to know how she felt when they broke up so that he won’t do it again. ‘I missed your love since you've been gone,’ As soon as she started singing, goosebumps crept all over Lyken. ‘Shit! I really missed this woman!’ he said to himself. If only he could hug her right at that very moment, he would. The song was about to reach its chorus, so he sat properly to have a better look at her.

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

And we had come out the other side — scarred, yes. But not broken. Never broken.

"I know I can treat you better than he can And any girl like you deserves a gentleman Tell me why are we wasting time On all your wasted crying When you should be with me instead I know I can treat you better Better than he can . . . " His gaze was still on Akira after he finished his song and that was probably because he wanted to map her reaction, he wanted to know what she felt about him .

And filled with love. I broke down in sobs of realization.

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

They’d learn soon enough—I might bend, I might break, but I don’t stay down. Not ever.

And storms devastate, but everytime he hurts me; I hold my breath and bear the hurricane—repeating to myself, Just one more chance, Just one more breath, Just one more step, Just one more try, Just ONE more, And everything will be fine again. And I have believed in those words for so long. So long till I turned blind to the dangers coming. So long till I can't hold my breath anymore, and I'm half a stormy evening. So long till I have three minutes and ten seconds from breaking down. So long till I can't believe in those words again. Everything is NOT going to be FINE. We are two broken souls that's trying so hard to find comfort in the warmth of the other. Ryder Smith is a broken man; rough

I whispered — not to convince myself — but to finally acknowledge: “I am not broken.” And for the first time, I almost believed it.