There were two souls separated by a wall of roses. Both knew each other, but not by appearance, but by voice.

"Hello cups"

"Hello bends"

"What is it like there on your side? "

"Nothing but buildings and streets, and yours? "

"Nothing but trees and nature"

Everyday they would meet at either side of the wall, talk about what is it like on their side, what sights do they see and details about themselves.

As for you see this great wall of roses separated two completely different worlds. On one side was a city of wonders, And in the other was a forest filled with mysteries. But neither of them were interested in their place. They were only interested with the man on the other side of the rose wall.

"You know cups"

"Hmmm? "

"I really want to know how you look like, How you differ from me, to see you in person "

"I thought the same, but there is this wall of roses, full of raging thorns, how can we even see each other? "

"I don't know cups, This wall is far too tall, far too big for any aid, if there was only a glimpse of hope on us "

"All we can see are the dimm clouds that passed these walls"

"And that you are right"

A garden wall, to high to reach, and too big to destroy. It only seemed impossible to pass through.

"Hey Bends? "

"Yes cup? "

"What do forests look like? "

"It's full of mystifying creatures to be seen and to be known, and if I may ask cups... what does the city lool like? "

"A glamorous sight to be seen, full of wonders and experiences "

Both should be content of those beauty they have seen in their own world. But somehow it always felt like something was missing.

"If only I can see it with you"

That was it, It was each other that they have missed. It was the mystifying wonder of seeing each other, The joy of finally knowing what the other looked like. But they were left to only guess the other.

"Cuphead? "

"Yes? "

"Could you tell me again... what you looked like? "

It was a day to day question that always emerges, A question that they wanted to see, not by thoughts, but by their own eyes.

"Let's see I'm pale, with crimson eyes and blond liquid like hair"

"And a cup for a head? "

"And a cup for a head, yes bends"

They giggles and laughed. With content in their hearts. Something they felt when they spoke to each other. Now it was Bendy's turn.

"Bendy? could you tell me your appearance? "

"Oh but of course, Im pale with hair like horns"

"And crimson eyes as well? "

"Like the roses in front of us.."

Oh how they imagine how each other looked like, How soft their skin is, how their gaze could put them into trance, how tender their lips were.

If only they could see each other.

"Hey bends"

"Yes? "

"Do you want to hear my poem? "

"Please do"

"Roses are red, my heart is blue, if only I could see, the beauty that's you"

"I love it cups, and I love you"

"I love you as well

My flower...