Me: Hey, I'm Azilda. And this is my story, and I'd love some comments from people. Maybe some ideas, should I continue it?

The sudden rush of autumn leaves circle around me. The air is chilling and yet I enjoy it. Thoughts of him leave my mind, taken away from me by the wind. But they're restored with the cold.
Winter...
Winter was on it's way.

The joyous laughter in the snow fall, his jet black hair covered in the pure white snow. A dark angel. I thought, as his smile spreads across his face. We were running now for no reason, it's just running and laughing. Joy.
He takes my hand and stops to look at me. His hair is covering his eyes, so I pushed it out of the way. His smile was telling me one thing and his eyes are telling me another.
Goodbye.

I smiled, letting him think I don't know. And slowly as he leans in for that one kiss the final note of that night, one silent tear ran down my face.

-a few days later-

'When you're gone it feels like a part of me is missing.' Would it be corny if I said that? Honestly, I don't know what to think or say. Since you're just gone without a single warning. You didn't even leave me a note, a text, anything.
Why WOULDN'T I be hurt by that?

The tapping of my pencil finally gets on the teachers nerves. "Estella, please quit tapping your pencil!" The teacher says in her monotone voice. Boooooriiing. I sigh and open up my notebook, at least doodling wouldn't be noisy? But the sound of the lead scratching across the paper makes me think of him. I continue to doodle anyway, without paying attention to class or the way my pencil moves.
The bell rings and I look down at my paper a dark winged angel. "What's WRONG with me?" I say slamming my notebook shut and gathering my stuff with much anger.
"Everything is wrong with you." Sid says rolling her eyes. "Why do you even ask?" Her sarcastic remarks would normally put me in a better mood. Not this time, and not for a long time. He has changed me too much.
I chuckle, just to amuse her and keep her from questioning my anger. It's not like she knows about HIM. "Yeah yeah, I know." I agree.

That day was the day every thing changed for me. I opened my eyes to the world and saw things I would've never seen before.
The rain was pouring and I was caught in it without an umbrella. Thinking about this, maybe this whole thing was just some giant cliche experience.
Any way I found shelter in a nearby book store. Which wasn't that bad since I needed to pick up some supplies there.

I looked around, barely any people were there probably because it was late. There was this one guy, sketching while looking out into the rain. I wasn't sure his age, he seemed older than me but not by much. He was quite pale and I couldn't see his face because his dark choppy hair was covering it. He looked up at me as the door sounded behind me, his breathtaking blue eyes caught mine and then he looked back in the rain. Even then he looked like a dark angel.