“Fix me," I commanded him. "This thing, what I've done- there's something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it."
Noah's expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face and skimmed the line of my neck. "I can't."

"Why not?" I asked, my voice threatening to crack.
Noah lifted both his hands to my face, and held it.
"Because," he said, "you aren't broken.”