#Chapter128
/"You’re not broken … you just require a different kind of handling, understanding. You’re like a specially shaped puzzle piece that needs the right slot to fit into./" Arrick reaches down and takes my hand, pulling my fingers to his chest and presses my palm over his heart with concentration etched that cutely furrowed brow. His eyes are a soft hazel and he looks content for once. /"This slot … A perfect fit./" He smiles, sounding strained, struggling to keep his voice steady, equally emotional, and obviously trying so hard to reassure me that I am what he wants. I watch him steadily as another stray tear rolls down my face at his comparison to something I once called myself, falling to pieces inside, a tiny crumbling of that wall, yet nothing but fear grips me.
