-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Every hero I had known was damaged. People so broken, that the only way they could be fixed was to fix anything but them.

I knew a guy who was brilliant at repairing almost anything, from computers to bicycles to even things like watches and pieces of jewellery. His name was Matthew. He had been repairing things ever since he was young but his hobby for repairing objects almost became an obsession after his little brother had died.

Matthew and his brother were inseparable. You would never see one without the other. It was actually his little brother who uncovered his talent for fixing things, as his little brother was always one to break his toys and objects around the house and of course he would come to his little brother’s rescue and fix whatever was broken before their parents would find out about it.

One day his little brother had gotten into another accident at home, this time killing him. This had crushed Matthew. For once, something was broken and he was not able to fix it and this drove him insane. After his brother died he fell into a slump. He had trapped himself in his work room, purposely breaking things just so he could put them back together again. The only way his parents would see him, was if they left things to repair at his door and he would come out to collect them to fix them.

Matthew’s obsession for fixing things was what he did to take his mind off the one things that he could never put back together no matter what he did, his little brother.

Word got out that there was a brilliant guy who was able to fix anything and people all over his town were bringing things for him to repair which further fed Matthew’s obsession for mending things and also meant that this occupied his mind from actually grieving and mending himself from the pain caused from his younger brother’s death.

So the broken objects kept coming in and although he kept mending them, little did he realise that the more he tended to other things, the more broken he was becoming, until one day. On a Tuesday afternoon a broken toy car had arrived. It was a large red one, with black stripes running across it. His younger brother once had exactly the same one and had damaged it the same way. Matthew had taken one look at it and then broke down in tears. All the pain he was keeping at bay had finally been released and washed over him in large tidal waves. Not only was his heart and mind in excruciating pain but his body seemed to ache all over. He became broken once his brother died and the fact that he forgot to fix himself had left him to become increasingly more broken and now he was finally letting himself realise that he needed to be mended.

Later that night his parents came to deliver another broken item to be repaired and had found him dead.

Every hero I had known was damaged. Matthew was a hero to me because he helped to fix things that nobody could. Putting these “unrepairable” items before him just to make other people happy even though he was sadder than all those people combined.

In the end, he became so damaged and broken that he couldn't help himself and died a death that could have been easily prevented had he for once put himself before anyone else and decide to repair himself.

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This became about 100x more depresssing than I planned it to be.

It may of happened this way because it was raining and I was listening to Coldplay and dat mood AHAH

Inspired by this Avengers gif set and Fix You-Coldplay (which is a relatively uplifting song lulz)

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