My Fallen Angel

Chapter 2

Ever since then, I became a loner. I lost my good and only friend and I have no one else to talk to anymore. People started to avoid me, murmuring to each other about my outfit saying I'm always wearing black and no other colors other than that.

Well to be honest, that's what I'm usually wear most of the time. They say black is a colorful color in life. They cannot stain your personality. It's like through different colors, they can easily mess it up. But black, it doesn't ruin your image. It's just simply plain.

There's a difference between black and other colors. Normally, they can tell on how you usually feel to your mood. They can easily tell what color such as blue, showing that you're being moody. I read in other wikipedias that colors have different personalities.

Black is no ordinary color. It doesn't have any color. Unlike white, they can't put any color because it'll only fade. White can add more because it's the light.

Black brings darkness. Nothing but pitch black. It's a mysterious color to me, which I took a liking to it.

No one can't tell on how I think nor feel. Even there are people accusing me, doing some weird stuff, acting differently and simply don't care, they don't know because they are so innocent.

I'm not being cold here. I'm just saying on what I want to say.

Holding my books close to my chest, I started to head to the garden. Some place quiet and peaceful. On where I could think. Letting my mind drift and wander aimlessly towards the environment.

I sat on the grass, pulling out my sketch pad. I began to doodle randomly but for unknown reason, I let my fingers do the work. My mind wandered into space that I didn't notice someone coming in. I could've sworn I heard footsteps but I decided to shrugged it off.

"Hey! Don't step on the flowers." A voice suddenly brought me back to life. I slowly turned to my side to see a green spiky haired man wearing horizontal green stripe vest. His outfit was all green from top to bottom.

He noticed my sketch. He let out a whistle. "Damn..I didn't know you're that good." I looked at my sketch. It does seem pretty good. But I wasn't drawing the environment. I was a drawing a person. A calm person in a peaceful nature. The background showed an ocean and a girl whose back was turned.

"You got skills there." He laid on the grass. "So why are you here alone..?" He began to ask. I didn't answer. "Why would you care?" "Hm?" "I..I just want to be alone for awhile and then you show up..!" Realizing of what I said, I lowered my head.

What am I saying..?!

I was expecting a 'Fine whatever' response. But he just stood there, gazing at the sky. His hands at the back of his head. "No need for you to be like that. I just need a quiet place to sleep."

"Then why here..?" I questioned him, with a sarcastic tone. I just let my mouth do the talking. I twirled my pencil around, staring blankly at my drawing.

It would be easier to just be alone...

He didn't say anything. His eyes wander in the clouds just spacing out. It's not that I hate the silence, I normally got used to it since I don't need to others to keep on asking me on what I can and can't do.

"You don't talk much don't cha?" He asked out of the blue.

"I rarely speak. I don't even want to talk a lot. It's just a waste of time." I said sternly. I don't feel like in a mood to deal this crap. Every time, I feel so negative inside which I simply pretend not to care.

He shifted his body to my side, as he rested his palm on his head, enjoying the smell of the grass. "How is it that you're always by your own..? You're not much of a social person, aren't you?"

"No.. I don't actually hang much with other people... It's just so bothersome.."

"Troublesome." He corrected me. But I shrugged it off. "I know that feeling. You don't trust people so easily do you..?"

Why do you even care? You don't know the first thing about me..

"People can be choosy. It's not easy to just be friends who would just turned your back in the end.." I muttered the last part of my sentence. He noticed my reaction but he doesn't seem to bother asking even though I can tell he was about to.

"True. But sometimes being alone is not a good thing. People will think it's weird seeing a lonely girl sitting all alone on an empty spot..."

I let out some air that just escaped from my lips, a bit disappointed by his answer. "Gee, thanks for the advice there." I sarcastically replied.

"But you know, if you are planning to keep on doing that, you'll might find someone on who you can rely on.. Or maybe the other way around.." He smirked a little.

I raised an eyebrow, still unsure of what's he trying to say. It's quite strange for a stranger to just bumped in and tell me this weird, peculiar stuff making me change my mind on the situation I'm in right now.

Gripping slightly the sketch pad, careful not to crumble the drawing I made, I slowly got up.

"Hey, you're just gonna leave me hanging?" The green-haired whined. I ignored his complain as he asked again. "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here.." I mumbled as I stepped closer into a small gate reaching for it but not before his voice stopped me. "At least tell me your name?"

I slightly turned my glance to him, showing a bit of irritation. He also got up as he sat up on the grass. The wind blew across my black purple hair, swaying towards my face. "That's for you to find out..". As I gave him a small smirk, I walked away leaving him wondering.

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A/n: Hey everyone, sorry for not updating for a while. I got tired of practice for English week and right now, it became a hassle because next week is going to be a busy day. I have so many things to do yet I don't know what to write. Just simple words and if they're are some trial errors, please let me know. I'm sorry for the delay.

I hope you guys like this one. This came from a game by Zeiva Inc. if you know this one. If you have any ideas, that would be a big help.

Thanks everyone ^w^