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Hazel:
I won't lie about it.
I felt it the moment I laid eyes on him. That all-encompassing, desperate feeling of longing. I can't describe it beyond that.
But whatever it is...nothing can happen between us.
I'm broken so deep that it can't be fixed.
Not even by him.
Deacon:
When I look at Hazel, it's like looking in a mirror.
I can see her soul...and it's just like mine.
Broken.
She's not just a pile of broken pieces, but a woman that continues to survive, and I admire her for it. I've done the same.
But I want her to do more than just survive.
