Fading Colors

Fading Colors

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"Hey Mr. Harris," I say, giving a smile and a wave to the old man. "Hello," he grumbles, "I heard you and the Perkinson's cousin got together." "Yeah, she's the one. I can see color now," I beam brightly. The old man drops his broom and grabs me by the collar. He brings me down to his height. His breath reeks of bitter coffee. His teeth are a golden yellow, a few rotted black, and even more missing. "You listen to me, don't ever let her go! You must love and cherish her as long as you can!" he screams in my face, spit flying out of his mouth. He releases me and shakily bends over. He picks up his broom and slowly starts sweeping again. Inspired off a Tumblr writing prompt
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[COMPLETED] "We both agreed, Apollo! We said no feelings, no attachments! You promised you wouldn't get attached." I look down at my lap in worry and shame. I have no idea what to say, I promised her, but like an idiot I broke that promise. "Say something!" My breath hitches and I look up at my beautiful girl through my lashes, my eyes brimming with tears because I know after tonight we won't be seeing each other again. I stand up from the edge of the bed and walk over to her, watching as her chest moves up and down harshly with each breath. My eyes trail over the love marks I left moments ago when we were happy to only get lost in each other's arms temporarily. She's mad at me. I never wanted her to be mad at me. "I'm sorry, baby," I whisper reaching forward to run my finger along her cheek catching the falling tear that flows down her soft skin. "You promised." She whispers. I know. "I promise I'm not attached, Blue." Too late. ••• Apollo and Blue have a few things in common. They're both lonely, they're both sad and they both attend the same university, a place where they stumble upon each other for the first time. So when the two decide to keep each other company by forming a causal relationship, the hard-headed Blue sets clear instructions for Apollo. Do not get attached. #2 Dark // 7 April 2022 #1 Interracial // 8 April 2022

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