Memory 1
I tried to not laugh at how helpless you looked in the library. The town was small and people very rarely moved into it. A quiet town, filled to the brim with people who earn more money in a week than I do in a year.
You did not look like a typical man. Your face burnt and scarred. You had huge hands and a overly muscular body. My body felt attracted to you, even though I knew that falling for a white boy was not going to end well.
"Can I get a library card?" you yell.
I nod.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
RomansaThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
