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Constructive critisism on my story…?

I'm nearly done with this story, and I would love to have some feedback! Here is a little excerpt of the story:
Why the f**k do people keep coming up to me and asking for a hug? They're all girls and I don't know any of them which makes it more weird.

"It's because you look like a sad emo kid, Danny." I look up from my chipped fingernails to glare at my best friend Frankie.

"I'm not sad, I'm f**king depressed, and that doesn't f**king mean that I want a hug from random 13 year old girls who want to hug the 'sad little emo kid'" I spit bitterly. Well I guess if you're wondering, Frankie has grown to know pretty much what I'm thinking as we've been friends since middle school. Frankie sighs and starts texting away on her phone, most likely tired of my depressed state. I know she's waiting for me to get back to normal, happy, crazy Danny, but he disappeared 5 months ago when Blake died. Blake was my boyfriend, we were together for two years and we were in love. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him, and vice versa. On December 30th at 11:30am, Blake and I ventured out into the crisp winter morning on a leisurely walk to our favorite spot, an old bridge in an abandoned neighborhood. Blake always said that it was an incredibly romantic spot, and one day he even took a picture of us kissing on the bridge and drew it later, giving it to me as a gift. Anyway…we went and sat at the bridge like we always did, kissing, talking, laughing. I remember vividly what he looked like on that morning. His brown hair with blond highlights swept across his forehead under the santa hat he wore, his big brown eyes looked f**king gorgeous when the light hit them, his nose was a little red from the cold temperature, and his full lips were the perfect shade of pink. I also remember that he shaved that morning before we went out, and that I couldn't stop myself from touching his face. That particular morning he looked so much like Alex Gaskarth it was insane.

"Baby?" he asks quietly, eyes fixated on his drawing pad.

"Hmm?" I nuzzle into his side and close my eyes.

"I'm really hungry." I laugh and move away from him. A long time ago he established that I was the "woman" in our relationship, and that whenever he's hungry I should bow to his every wish and make him however much food he could stuff in his mouth. Sometimes I would oblige, but I mean I'm a man too. He could make food for me too!

"Get your ass back to your house and make something to eat then." He sticks out his tongue, looking up briefly at the trees and such before looking down and drawing again.

"I can't go anywhere now, If I leave this spot my drawing won't turn out good. Pleeease?" God, begging is so damn hot on Blake. I smile mischievously and start kissing and biting the sensitive spot on his neck, earning a soft moan from him. He can't help it, once I found that spot it was like finding gold at the end of the rainbow, it gets him every single time.

"Damnit Danny stop it. And I'm f**kinggg hungry." I continue to kiss his weak spot until he lets out a loud sigh and turns his head to me.

"Danny…" he whines, leaning his forehead on mine. I take his hand in mine, knowing I've got his full attention.

"Blake," I murmur back.

"Please get me something to eat? I'll do anything if you get your ass in my kitchen."

"If you make out with me I think I'll get you some food." Blake laughs and closes his eyes, leaning into me.

"Deal." We start kissing, it's slow and amazing and I don't want it to end, but I break away laughing when Blake's stomach grumbles loudly.

"I'll be back, kay? I love you." Blake kisses me and gives me a tight hug before pulling away.

"I love you too baby."

Ah sh*t, I'm crying now and I haven't even gotten to the worst part. As I was on my way back to bring food to Blake, I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. I cautiously approached the bridge, confused when I didn't see Blake. Even though I felt like something was horribly wrong, I still expected that he was going to jump out from behind and wrap his arms around me. I called out his name, started to panic, and that's when I noticed it. There was a noticeable dent on the bridge railing, and when I looked down that's when my vision got fuzzy and I could barely hear myself scream. The only reason I didn't jump down there beside Blake was because my legs were two pieces of led and they refused to leave the pavement once I had fallen. The only thing I could think was that the love of my life was lying motionless under the bridge.

He was dead.

I remember the first thing I said to the paramedic was, "He was hungry." After that, I