The cool wind presses against my cold soul as I shiver against it. Today is probably one of the coldest days in Lighthall which makes me want to stay in bed but the more I stay in my bed and think, the more I depressed I will get.
A warm scarf is wrapped around me and it's black, exactly the color of my soul. I wonder what will happen if I just jump of this building. Probably something bad imagining that my room is on the top floor.
I tiredly walk back inside from the terrace as I find myself leaning on the walls for support. Please god help me and don't make me think about it. The more I think, the more I get depressed.
That familiar scent traps me as I find myself to a rude awakening. No, no, no! Not now! I run as fast as I can towards my room. I don't want him to see me like this. We
