“I’m ready to break for you,” she whispers, still gripping my hand between hers. “But are you willing to crack for me?” “Shatter,” I reply, pressing myself against her again, my hips pinning her to the van, my eyes cast down on hers as my hands hold her broken little face, making sure she knows the truth in the deepest part of her. “I’ll shatter myself into a million pieces just to meet your broken.”
