Broken | ✓

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"We want what we can't have. Why is that, Archer?"

Sophie was sitting on a bench. Archer sat at some distance between them. Sophie was smoking.

"I don't know, Sophie. All I know is that sometimes the thing or a person we think is most important for us, we're better off without them. They are toxic for us."

"He was toxic for me. He was my sweet addiction."

She stared at a couple passing by, holding hands. They seemed so happy.

"Is he still?"

Archer was watching Sophie.

"I don't know. A part of me still wants him back. But a part of me is so against the idea of having him back in my life."

"That latter part is right."

Sophie nodded. She knew that Archer was right.

"You know for a shy guy, you are very very wise."

Archer's cheeks turned pink.

"And cute too."

Sophie pinched his cheek.

A comfortable silence enveloped them.

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