" Why'd you do it, anyway?' He wore a self-deprecating look, hands stuffed in his pockets while he kicked at the gravel.
'Do what?'
'Why waste your time saving someone who can't be fixed?'
I folded my arms over my chest, tucking my hands under them as I backed away, wishing I could kiss him without caring how he felt. 'Maybe you're not the only one who's broken. "

― Elle Cosimano , Nearly Gone (Nearly Gone, #1)