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When he was repairing, he felt like himself. There were always two things he focused on: The tools in front of him and the object he was fixing. Nothing else could invade this silent world. If he wanted it to be repaired, his hands would make it so.
He thought to himself: Could I repair someone's feelings? Like a broken heart for example. Maybe if I put enough spirit into it, it would be possible!
But that was just him being naive.
"You can't repair everything," her voice echoed. A mechanic cannot repair a human life or undo the impossible. Maybe it was possible for machines, but there would have to be certain conditions. Human flesh was another matter altogether.
The boy decided that he would try a new technique from now on. Instead of focusing on the tools in front of him and the object, he would imagine a young girl watching his back.
No. He would imagine him seeing her back and it was walking forward. She was quiet, but she always knew what to say when the time was right. From now on, that would be his symbol of strength.
He looked towards the junk in front of him, closed his eyes and picked up his wrench...