The Broken: I can't escape him, even if I did the scars he left over the years will forever haunt me. No one can save me, I am forever doomed to live this cursed shattered life. Or so I thought until I met them, until I crossed paths with him. They saved me but he healed me, lighting up my darkness. My sunflower, thank you for coming for me. The Healer: I never liked rusty cinnamon until I met her, until she trapped me in her gaze and I don't intend to ever escape it. She awoke a feeling in me before I even knew she was mine to love, mine to protect and mine to HEAL. Love her the way she deserves. Protect her the one that broke her. Heal her from all the things that scarred her pure soul. My little cinnamon I'll never let het suffer ever again.