She was angry, at the world, at herself, and at me. Did I like getting slightly beat up by her? No. Was I angry? Surprisingly no. Even when she split my lip, I couldn't be angry at her. Her blue eyes filled with despair, I couldn't imagine what was going through her head right now. I honestly thought the girl was going to beat me to a bloody pulp, but once again Autumn caught me off guard with her lips. This time she didn't run away, instead she sat comfortably on my lap.
When it comes to Autumn, she has multiple sides to her. With those sides come different emotions, actions, appearance. Imagine my surprise when I found the girl who usually wears beat up converses in thigh high boots. I told myself that I would be on my best behavior and try to talk to her in a professional m
