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“So...” She opened her mouth, attempting to ask something that she knew was too personal to know about. “Why'd you wanna die?”

He chuckled. They were sitting on a bench after hours of walking. His hands her gripping tightly onto the wooden seat and she comfortably leaned her back against the seat, crossing her legs.

“I'll tell you my reason if you tell me yours.” He said, turning to face her. His eyes filled with genuine joy and happiness.

She bit her bottom lip and looked down to her feet, resting her palms on the wood. “Okay then. I'll go first so you won't feel uncomfortable.” She said, she was trying to hide the fact that she was also feeling uneasy.

“My parents died on a car accident. And my aunt voluntarily took care of me. But I know that she only did it because of the insurance money from my parents.” She said, her lips quivering as her voice was shaking.

“Anyway, that isn't the only reason.” She continued, trying her best not to have an emotional breakdown in front of him. She wanted to have a strong facade whenever she's with him.

“I wanted to be an artist, like a painter. But no matter how hard I try, I guess I'll never be able to reach those dreams. My aunt would often punch, kick, slap, she even hit me with a bat once and she would always use my parents to somehow weaken me. And it worked.”

A tear escaped from her sockets and she chuckled as she felt it trickle down her cheeks. In the end, she couldn't stay strong.

“I'm sorry.” She nervously laughed as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “I shouldn't be crying right now.”

“I guess it's my turn.” He smiled, trying to lighten up the mood.

“My family got on a car accident too. But unlike yours, only my mom died. The rest of us survived but we all started to spiral into insanity.”

“My dad became an alcoholic and would beat me and my younger brother to take all of his anger out. My older sister turned into an addict at a very young age. She was the closest with our mom so I could understand why she acted like that. The only thing I didn't like about her was that she would always blame me for things I didn't do.”

“Once, my dad saw a box of cigarettes and a bunch of bottles of beer under my bed and I knew exactly who put them there. Heck, she even blamed me for killing our family dog.”

She looked at him. She knew that he was trying his best to keep his composure. She leaned closer to him and put him in her embrace. “I'm sorry.”

She didn't have to apologize but she felt as if she had to. She realized that her life wasn't that bad, that some people out there was suffering a lot more than she was and that made her feel pathetic.

“Don't be.” He replied, still trying to hold it all in. He bit his lips, trying to muffle any sound that dared to escape from him. The embrace around him tightened.

“You can cry.”