Cutie looked at Kaya, his expression softening in the moonlight. "You know, there was a time I wished death would just come to me. I really wished to die."
Kaya paused mid-sip and nodded. "Uh-huh."
She wasn't surprised. She'd met thousands of people who wished to die. She knew that feeling intimately. There had been moments when she'd wished for it too.
Cutie smiled sadly. "But then those hyenas were chasing me. I was frozen for a second, ready to let it happen. But then I started running." He looked down at his cup. "And I started wishing—I don't want to die like this. I want to meet someone. I want to travel the world. I want to fall in love. I want to die being loved, not alone, not without ever knowing what that feeling is."
Kaya smiled slightly, almost laughing. "Love, huh? So, did you find it? Or are you still waiting?"
Cutie turned to look at her, his gaze gentle and unbearably honest. "I found it that same night."
