HEY GUYS, first chapter, but i promise it'll get better. Please tell me how it is! THANK YOU :)

Chapter 1- Liesel sat in the cold company of books while letting the icy air embrace her. Pages full of words, and words and more words surrounded her. Letters to make up words. Words to say. All the words she said to him. All the words she didn't say to him. All of them were sitting there haunting her and demanding to keep her alive. There were so many to choose from. Why didn't she?

Because she realized too late.

All dressed in black, Liesel sat there wondering why she was in this dull color. Not that she cared enough to inquire Ilsa Hermann or her husband, the mayor. She could feel her blonde her brushed to one side dance on her left shoulder. But she couldn't feel anything else, or hear Mayor Hermann yell at her to get out of the library and into the car.

"Geben Sie ihn eine Minut? Would you give her a minute?" Ilsa Hermann demanded her husband from the hallway.

Liesel heard the sound of a door opening. The mayor looked at his wife. "I don't want to be late. It would look extremely bad if we, as in me, showed up to that boy's funeral late."

Ilsa Hermann considered this for a second while giving her husband a dirty look. He shook her out of it.

"Well go get her already! If she's not getting up, you pull her. After all, it was your idea to take her in. I'll be in the car."

With that said, the mayor rushed down the marble steps and into the car. Ilsa entered the library and sat down on the circular rug next to Liesel. Liesel could feel her next to her, but did not acknowledge her presence.

Ilsa took a deep breath in. "I remember my boy's funeral," she said as she stared in the direction Liesel was lifelessly looking into. "The clouds were darker than today's and I felt so heavy. Every inch of me weighed more than I could carry.

It only then occurred to Liesel that Ilsa had lost someone as dear to her too, as well as many others in this cruel world.

"What hurt the most was that I carried on with the way reality went, or the way the wind blows. I got up and carried myself for all these years no matter how much it hurt. Sometimes I wonder if I could have just sat here, would I have not suffered as much pain?"

Ilsa then chose to look directly into Liesel's eyes. "So I suppose you're feeling the same way now. But, let me tell you, it gets better. And no matter how much you will hurt, anything is better than sitting lifelessly on the ground. If I had chosen to do that, would I have met you?" Liesel then understood would Ilsa was trying to say. Everything will get better.

It hopefully will, she thought as she took her hand and walked out the door.