Aiden
He was always the first to arrive on Tuesdays. He took his usual seat in the back corner, near the restrooms. For a minute, he stared down at the rows of mostly empty tables. His eyes were mindlessly searching for her, though he knew she wouldn't arrive for another twenty minutes. Sighing quietly to himself, he averted his eyes from her spot and got up to order his usual beverage of black coffee. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that he found the plain coffee bitter, but he would never in any way alter the order. He preferred things simple and perfectly imperfect.
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WC: 105
DF: Feb.24.18
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Alexandria
Short StoryAlexandrite and Aiden had never exchanged more than five words and yet loved each other. A short story of first love during the early '70s and all the hassle that came with loving someone of a different race. DISCLAIMER: ALL IMAGES DO NOT BELONG T...
