Living With The Bad Boy
"How could I possibly fix you; if I couldn't even fix myself?" I ask, still looking in front of me, not wanting to meet his eyes.
"Being broken doesn't mean you can't fix someone." I hear.
I smile, and in that moment nothing else mattered to me the most, from then on, the forever that was underneath my fingertips were reached, because I'm in love with him, and in the craziest way possible, he's also in love with me.
In which two people hated each other and somehow living together made them meant for each other.