"In that moment I think we were gray." A short story about a girl's memories No part of this book should be reproduced, or used without my permission. this came from MY imagination, so it is my book. Cover:@contaminant

There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-

Loving someone who doesn't notice your existence is hard. Loving someone who loves someone else is even harder. But, darling, I guess that's love.