When The Wind Blows To The North

Love.
That one, small word.
Nobody can ever define it, and some will never understand it.
Estelle and Levi will never forget it.

The met one day, freshman year. They kissed the next, and knew from then on.
They parted, just as lovers always do. They parted, and felt the pain.

Levi is set on finding her again, and Estelle is trying with all her might to finally forget him.
She knows, deep down, she never will.
But her pride has taken over her love, because she's forgotten the power of his eyes.
How will Levi ever find his colour, if his colour has gone black?

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Okay, so this story has a co-author. The lovely Sophie, username of the redux.
The chapters down below have some sort of error that's not letting her name be shown, but she writes everything from Estelle's POV, while I do Levi's.