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"Why do you always want to fix people? Some of us can't be fixed", the angry voice snapped at me, but I could hear the desperation clear in his voice.

"I fix people because it distracts me of how fucking broken I am myself!", I blurted out without thinking and realized that I've never admitted that to myself before.

"𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝗼𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞", the tattooed boy replied and slowly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝗺 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝗼𝗼", he added only a few seconds later and his piercing green eyes never left mine as he lit the cigarette between his pink lips.

I watched in awe as he blew out the smoke and the air filled with the now familiar scent. I couldn't help but wonder if what he just said was true.

Maybe he was right and we were all broken in our own, unique and fucked-up way.

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Alice's dark past caught up with her as she got kidnapped one day. She wouldn't know that her kidnapper, however, forces her to face her own demons and made her question everything she used to believe in. It didn't take Alice long to find out that things are not always what they seem at first.

That certain green-eyed boy she had all these negative feelings towards, might even be her anchor in those dark times.

(dark Harry ff)