Fix me," I commanded him. "This thing, what I've done - there's something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it."<br /><br />Noah's expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face, and skimmed the line of my neck. "I can't"<br /><br />"Why not?" I asked, my voice threatening to crack.<br /><br />"Because," he said, "You're not broken.