Aiden
He arrived at the cafe just minutes before her. Knowing she'd arrive in just a few minutes, he parked his car and unconsciously drummed his pale fingers on the steering wheel until he saw her grey Mazda. His hands became sweaty at the sight of her, and for a second he thought about staying in his car until she was in the building.
She was halfway to the entrance when he finally snapped out of his head and worked up the nerve to get out of his car. Because of his much larger stride and faster pace, he caught up to her right before she neared the building. They reached for the door handle at the time and their hands' touch.
The feeling of touching her was a gift and a curse, simply because he was white, and she was black.
Their eyes snapped to their hands then to each other's faces. While his face pretty stayed blank in shock, hers was alarmed with a hint of something else. She ripped her hand away from his so fast any bystander would've thought he'd burned her with the heat of a million suns.
Why does she hate me?
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WC: 197
DF: Feb.25.18
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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...
