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"Please, let go," I whispered and wriggled inside his grasp. His breath near my neck reminded of that night and it practically was hurting me physically. "Adrian," "Please," He whispered. "Let me fix what I broke...please," How? How are you gonna fix my broken heart? "Somethings can't be fixed," I said silently and I heard a silent sob in return. Oh no...was he crying? I turned around to face him, still inside his grasp and he stared down at our feet. None of us said anything. What can I say? I was hurting. I was angry. And I was not ready to forgive him. But I couldn't see him in tears either. That hurts too. "Look at me," I said with a sigh. "Adrian, look at me," He raised his dark eyes to me and they were red with tears. My heart constricted. This I can't see. No matter how