“I’m broken.” I whispered. My voice coming out ever so slowly; my breath reaching her ear. She shivered; I noticed. I asked her if she was cold. But she just shook her head; blonde ringlets moving along with the action. She looked at me for a few seconds; as I tried to gauge her reaction. “Well?” I whispered in the same voice I had used before. But she just smiled; her pale pink lips turning into a grin. The grin I loved so much. “I’m broken, too.” She reasoned; I had always loved her voice. It was so much softer than mine, like velvet. I watched her lips; and smiled. She was broken, and I was broken. Therefore we were two pieces; two pieces that fit exactly together.

Note; So...just something random I decided to write.