The lovers that never could

Introduction (change later)

The wind gushes through the mid-night air. Leaves blow, and trash cans fall over. The streets are empty. Almost every house is dark except for the very last house on the corner of the street. The wind starts to pick up as the moon begins to shine brighter. The night is growing long except in the Willord's house. The Willord's live in a beige house on the end of the bend. The garden looks like it hasn't been touched in a few months. The flowers are starting to die, and the bricks surrounding the flower bed seem to be knocked over. Inside, the house looks to be a normal house. Seems to have a normal family of three occupying it. However, it looks as if it too hasn't been touched in awhile. But in the house across the street from it lives a nice family of four. Seems normal. Except you can tell tragedy has occurred in this very house. 

It was a bright and chilly November day. The breeze was easy and everyone was outside in fall gear. The girl that looked about 15 was laughing with a boy that looked about the same age. The girl was dressed in a beige winter jacket. Looked pretty thin. Accompanied by that were black leggings  and beige winter boots. She looked underweight, but fairly healthy. She looked happy for the most part. She smiled at the boy. He wears a short sleeved blue and red t-shirt and black sweatpants. He too smiles at the girl. He seemed healthy. Better than the girl. He too seemed happy at the moment. Then all the sudden everything goes black.  

**edit out later.

Sasha (jackson's mom)