Pleeze review! My first chappie of my first story EVER

It was cold. Really cold. Torn had lived in Haven city his whole life but never had felt the weather like this. Or was it just him… Ever since Jak had 'saved the world' and taken Ashelin as his own, Torn felt he really had nothing to live for. He still was surprised he even took walks anymore. He needed a drink, no, a lot of drinks. He didn't want to go to the Naughty Otsel, that annoying rat would be there, "hey Tattooed Wonder", Torn winced at the thought of the Otsel calling him by his old Krimzon guard nickname. Those days were over. But they still haunted him. Torn felt like he must've walked past a million bars, before he found one that he could just relax at. He entered, sat down and ordered a really large beer. He wasn't an alcoholic, he just needed to calm his nerves for a while. After he sat, a strange woman walked past. She was very different in the way she looked at Torn. "I see you are very alone, Torn" the strange women said. Torn looked puzzled. He did not really care who this women was. He looked up from his beer and said "who are you?"

"I am Earth, I am space I am everything you fear yet everything you desire" said the strange women, "I am Hope. You may call me Hope"

Hope. I wish I had some of that right now. I am hopeless. I had Ashelin. She was my hope but now she's probobly just off someplace hanging all over Jak. Torn would never forget how he saw Ashelin, his currently-ex girlfriend kiss Jak. He could never forget. "Uh, "how did you know my name?" Torn mumbled trying not to sound too rude... He didn't push the women away, he was glad for the company.

"I know all about you Torn. "The woman said.

Believe me Hope; you don't know anything about me. Nothing."

Do you know Onin ?"

"Yeah" he said gruffly.

"She is my Aunt. I also have a gift. Torn, stop hiding. I know you seek peace. Let me see your hands…" Hope stared at his callused and rough hands.

Torn put his hands on the table, Hope picked up his left hand and turned it over to his palm. She traced the fine lines on his hands with her fingers. Torn expression lightened a bit. It was good to feel human touch. Hope traced a deep line, in the middle of his left palm. " I see why you hide Torn. I know what troubles you"