His name was Rüzgar. Rüzgar Blane. Meant "the wind" in Turkish. The boy was like the wind, indeed.

You saw him in classes. İn the library. Everywhere. He was like something you could never stop thinking about.

He always hung out with his friends. Scarlett and Aaron. But when he didnt, that was the time he sat in the library and just wrote. He always wrote and read.

You liked him. His blue, soft looking hair, his brown eyes that remind you of chocolate, his nice features.