HE was the one to glue her back together when she had broken apart. She was left by Another.
A heap.
A mess.
And HE came along, a homemade superhero, to bandage her cuts and ice her sores and nurse her back to health.
At her every word, HE bent a listening ear. If she had talked for years, HE wouldn't have flinched.


Another came back.
She grabbed her things and dashed off, into Another's arms again, the same arms capable of crushing.

Ok
HE said

That's fine
HE said

Lucky for her, HE packed her some glue just in case