A/N: Yesterday I started writing this one shot and then it turned out to be more. I know it is pretty short but I don't really know where to go from here. Suggestions would be great. But thanks to all of you who reviewed the last chapter.

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2. Cracks

Yesterday had been a day with a crack. Today there were several. Today was different. He had appeared yesterday and somehow he had persuaded her to not fix the crack in the gate. Let the water sip through, a little at a time and to her surprise it had helped. The river was loosing its strength. Then another crack had opened up and he had been there to help her endure that one too. Soon the river had lost so much strength that only a few drops sipped through. That was when he asked if she was hungry and she replied 'no'. To her surprise he had just smiled and said:

"Well soon enough you will be and I can wait."

Then it was her time to smile, a weak small smile and still the first real one in years. She liked the feeling of it. She liked the way he made her feel. She didn't know it yet but she liked him. So she agreed to dinner and the expression on his face when she said yes made her smile again and this time it was not so weak.

He had walked her home and then picked her up an hour later. By then the river was so weak that not even the smallest drops could penetrate the cracks. After dinner he had walked her back home and then he left. Another crack had opened and the water could make its way through this one. And then another one, but to her surprise the gate remained close. It wouldn't open. It was stuck and eventually water stopped sipping through the new cracks and again she could feel the river loosing strength.

Yes today was different. Today had cracks but the river lacked strength. Today someone knew her.

After she had gotten herself out of bed and put her clothes on she left her dorm to go find him. To thank him, for saving her from drowning. Today she was standing on dry land and that was because of him. He had fished her up from the water. Then when she came to his door she got nervous. What if he had just been polite? What if he didn't really care? Why would he want to help her? She was nothing and she had been the only one to know that, until she showed him too.

With one hand lifted, ready to knock on the door she hesitated. Suddenly unsure of herself, but before she had time to turn away and walk back the door opened from the inside.

"Kirsten? How weird I was just on my way to find you."

"Yeah well…I just…" she stuttered as a reply suddenly regretting that she came. It would have been easier to hide.

"You just what?" he laughed a small laugh. Yesterday she would have been offended thinking that he was mocking her but not today.

"I just…" but before she could get another word in he interrupted her:

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" She shock her head, no she hadn't.

"Well" he said seeing how she wouldn't say anything. "Are you hungry? Cause we could go grab a bit? I know this great little place not far from here. But then again if you are not I could always wait until you get hungry." He said smiling using the same words he had used the day before.

"No, I'm hungry" she said smiling back at him, maybe he hadn't helped her just to be polite, maybe dinner last night hadn't been an invitation out of pity. Maybe this was her movie.

"Lets go then." He held his hand out and she took it.