"(Y/N)… do you think… I should have really been born?" The question was soft, but your ten-year-old ears could still hear it. Your eyes shifted from the abundance of sea water in front of you and to the brunette boy beside you. He wasn't looking back at you; his gaze was purely focused on the swaying sea in front of him. A peaceful look was on his face, almost making you believe that you were just hearing things; hell, maybe you didn't hear Ace question his own birth and maybe it was just the wind, or some weird shit like that.
"Ace?" You asked, lifting an eyebrow as his name fell from your lips. "Did you just--"
"Never mind," he murmured softly, his eyes shifting from the sea and over back to you. The questioning look was still on your face; you were confused, and you were really concerned. Why was he speaking like that?
"(Y/N)?" He asked. The questioning look left your face and you nodded, showing him that you acknowledged him. Ace smiled, making you forget all about th