Adeline and I were going on holiday shopping. We were holding hands. We were together. I mean, we were always together. Forever. I don't care how long is our forever, but I hope it's as long as we're alive. So we were walking down the street, and the little child was rimming around in the snow. They stopped in front of us, in the cutest baby voice ever said; "Happy upcoming holidays, have babies". HOW CUTE IS THAT? After a few hours of shopping, we were exhausted. We went to one little shop, we bought some gingerbread cookies with a bunch of sparkles; they were pink, purple hearts. She bought us two of those. It was starting to snow. Cold breeze. We saw a coffee shop near us, we practically ran inside. She ordered black coffee, she later added one spoon of brown sugar. I ordered black tea. We sat at the back of this café. We didn't like the attention on us. Because while we were doing our holiday stuff some people looked at us like Bub or me had three heads. Though, if we were holding hands in public in my town scenarios; 1) everyone would shout nasty comments at us 2) we would get beaten up or raped 3) people (old, nasty, white men) would come up to us and ask for a threesome 4) all the above.
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RomanceThis story is about a teen girl named Emily/Emma. She struggles with finding herself, instead, she finds a girl in a coffee shop.
