neitherheavenorhell:

25 days of warnette / day 8: An underrated scene

“You don’t want to fix me, then? You don’t have a long list of things I need to work on?”
“No.” I stare out the window. The view is so bleak. So cold. Covered in ice and snow. “There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t already wrong with me,” I say quietly. “And if I were smart I’d first figure out how to fix myself.”
We’re both silent awhile. The tension is so thick in this small space.