Jisung was sitting on the edge of the pier, his jacket placed next to him. He came there, a lot. To clear his mind, to cry without anyone seeing him or to scream his lungs out in anger. Because unlike everyone he knew, he didn't have a nice situation at home. He wasn't close with his parents, and he didn't have any silblings or close friends. He knew that he'd been an accident, thay his mother hadn't meant or wanted to get pregnant. but he wondered what he did wrong to make her hate him this much. it was like she blamed him for everything: That dad left them for another woman, that she lost her job, sometimes she even blamed him for losing her keys or glasses! She took all her anger out on him. He knew he'd grown strong enough to just slap her back, to make her feel the pain she made him feel. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. She was still his mother, no matter how much he hated her. And jisung knew, that the longer this would go on, the deeper his will to live would get buried, under layers of insults and tears.

He stared into the black void of the water under his feet. It was way past midnight,and it was so quiet here he would've thought it was scary if he hadn't been worrying so much. Quiet tears rolled over his cheeks and for a moment he feels the urge to jump into the water and just let himself sink to the bottom to drown. He knew he'd probably be better off in heaven. But he also knew that if he left, his mother wouldn't make it by herself. She would onlyn fo more thoughtless, bad things.

You (user) also came to this place often, to smoke, listen to music or go for a late night swim. You walked onto the pier and light a cigarette, when you notice a guy sitting at the end of it, sitting there with slumped shoulders. You walk up to him, a slight hesitance present in your step. He probably noticed your presence, because he turns his head and looks at you with his tear-streaked face.

"W- Who are you?"

He softly asks, his voice soft and a slight pout on his face.