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"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

She was startled to hear the same voice from yesterday. The same soothing and therapeutic voice that she heard.

She wanted to see his face. The face of the man that made her feel comfortable and for a temporary amount of time, happy.

She turned to her left, hoping to finally see his face. But he was sat at the left side of the dock while she sat at the middle. He was facing west while she faced north.

All she could see was his curly hair. She also noticed that the male wasn't too buff but also wasn't too skinny to the point that his bones would be completely visible.

He looked healthy.

For some reason, she felt disappointed, slightly sadder than usual. She really wanted to see him even for just once.

But the fact that the guy looked healthy, that gave her a slight feeling of joy.

"I wanted to wake up before someone else does."

Little did he know, she didn't sleep at all. She couldn't. She was too scared that something might happen yet again.

"And who is that?"

"You... Don't need to know." She responded, trying her best to let him hear a smile from her. She didn't know if it was possible for someone to actually hear a smile but she tried anyways.

And it worked.

"Okay." He simply replied, a smile plastered across his chapped lips. "You still haven't answered my question yesterday."

"Hmm?" She hummed, a slightly confusing tone from her humming. "What was that?"

"Why'd you do that?"

"Why'd you try to kill yourself?"

"Oh.." That was the first sound that escaped her lips as soon as she heard the question. She looked down, her smile slowly faltering. "About that..."

"I just..." She nonchalantly said. She huffed out a small laugh, a forced small laugh. "...I just do."

For a few moments, there was only silence. A strangely satisfying and healing silence filled the air around them. It was peaceful.

Serene.

"Enough about me." She broke the silence. "How about you tell me something about yourself?"

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters. What's your name?" She asked, turning to his direction. Still hoping to see his face.

He sighed, his chest rising and falling. "Isn't it a bit unfair that you never told me your name but you're asking me for mine, pretty?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She almost forgot about his nickname for her. She could feel an electrifying sensation down her spine.

"Yeah..It does seem unfair." She agreed, her lips unconsciously pouting. "I guess I'll just call you, cutie."

All he could do was chuckle. He felt amazing for the first time in a very, very long time. He finally felt special.

It was a fresh feeling out from the chaotic household that he lived under. A good and refreshing sensation from the throbbing pain he kept on having during his stay there.

It was numbingly painful.

"Well then. Nice to meet you, pretty." He turned to her direction. He couldn't help but stare at her side view. "I'm, cutie."

She turned to his direction as well. And for the very first time, their eyes met.

That's when they saw each other.

The details of each of their faces. The scars that marked their lives. The bruises that turned them to an imperfection.

The cuts that they made themselves.

They saw it all.