-Stevens pov- I am tired of life, the pain and death, the disasters that had befallen myself. Mother not old enough to have a child, left me on the steps of a grand old cathedral. So young I don't remember anything. Raised by a kindly old priest, until the cathedral burned down. Was accused, but had the alibi that I was somewhere else, witnesses watching me. No place to live; stayed on the streets. Grades dropped like rocks, distracted and lost. No friends, no one who cared. Hungry all the time; no money to buy food. Saw people die, saw them get hurt, lose hope. Didn't know if I was one of them. Stared at the ground below myself. All I had to do was climb this tree, and jump! I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. No more begging on the streets, so degrading, but I didn't care about my reputation that much. That was all part of my old life, when I had been cared for by my foster father. Those were the sweet days of my happy childhood. Maybe when I died, I would go to Heaven, like the Father had said that good people would go to. I was a good person right? And maybe I would meet up with my mother, the Father, who knows? I started climbing the tree, feet just barely trudging. I felt as if I was high, floating in the world. Once bright eyes were now dulled to a metallic finish, like unpolished rubies. Brows just barely furrowed, in concentration, perhaps? I reached the top branch. Taking final breaths, I prepared to jump and feel free. Was I truly ready? Did I feel so old as for the need to kill myself? Yes, yes. I was tired of it. Cold winds blew my hair, freezing my face, but I was beyond this. I didn't need earthly things such as warmth anymore. Glancing around, staring at what would be the cause of my death. That was when I saw her. She, with her golden hair and sparkling brown eyes. She, with the movements of an angel. How did she get here? How would she have known? What was she doing? Walking toward the tree I had climbed and stood beside it. Her fingers rose and gently traced something. She was like a rose blowing in the breeze, like a flame on a windy night, but always elegant. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>><>< Hey readers I updated, took me a while, but oh well Hope you like the new character. More characters will be introduced in the next 2 updates
~Amanda's pov~ I looked at the engraved mark of our names on the tree. "Well, at least they're happy." It's not that I still love him. I mean, he's still my first love. That doesn't mean that I hate him for what he has done, it's just that, I don't think he's really that comfortable with me as he was when we first began. He rarely talks to me anymore. And besides, he's always teasing me and calling me names. And I haven't even heard him call me "Amanda". Even once! But I wonder, what's going to happen in the next days? Why is he getting married to her. "Hey, little girl…" "H-Huh?" I snapped back to reality. "What are you doing here?" A man asked, looking down at me from a branch above. I noticed him staring at me for a long time without even moving. I was so absorbed on my own thoughts that I didn't even notice him. As i looked at him, i analyzed his features. His tanned skin blended with his dark black hair, as loose stands of hair perfectly fitted his oval shaped face. I couldn't help but state into his dead, pained red eyes "I, uh, I'm sorry" I stuttered as I looked back to where my finger was placed. As I looked back up, he wasn't there. I felt nervous all of a sudden. I looked around and began to run. "Wait, I won't hurt you" I heard the man scream from behind me. I stopped for a reason. His eyes filled with pain made me realize, what do I have to lose, if I speak to him. As I looked back, he was there looking at my carved mark. "I'm Amanda Valnetio" <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Sorry haha, I hadn't updated, it's short, but that's all I could do for the moment. Lol hope ya like it Love ya, Riri