Hey ppl please tell me what you think of this story please even if its bad I need to know because I want to submit this as an application to the school paper tell me if it seems confusing. Oh and for the application its not Buffy and Angel it is normal people that's why I didn't name any names, but I wrote it about them. Tell me if it is a little to obvious and what I can do to change that. Thanx
I first met him in an alley. It was dark, the darkness of the night was always a comfort, like a mother is to a baby. The moon was full the stars, nothing but a mere dim light. Most people are afraid of the dark, I on the other hand am afraid of the light. I tackled him thinking he was a predator but he turned out to be a friend. His eyes were haunted filled with age beyond his looks, almost as if he had seen hell itself. He was Mr. Cryptic guy and most of the time came when I really needed him. He was always dressed in dark colors, black mainly. The darkness was our sanctuary. It was a place to fight our demons, a place we found solace in. He had chocolate eyes, eyes that could see into my very soul and knew if I was hurt, or lying. He was an angel, my angel. He was an escape from life something that made life worth living. His brown hair was spiky, and when I was the reason for one of his rare smiles I was the happiest person alive. In the end, the demons got the better of him. He wrote me a letter before it happened. in it he told me to live in the sun, not the darkness and to be happy. How could I be happy when the one thing in the world that made me that was dead? He was an idiot! He should of let me help him instead of facing it alone. I will never again get to see my fallen angel's face, I will never again be able to kiss his ice-cold lips. You know how the saying goes, ashes to ashes dust to dust. I realized this morning that I shouldn't put myself in this grieving stupor. He wouldn't want me to. Our souls are one, I will live for him and in the end of days, we will meet up and be together once more!
