My Yaa (Completed Short story)

"Your eyes are very beautiful, even though it is quite dark, I can still see them very clearly."

He laughed slowly. "Like a vampire."

She whispered lightly over the sound of the waves, "Will you sink your teeth into my neck?"

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Etienne had a lot going on. He has always had a lot going on-maybe too much.

He is white.

He could barely afford to eat.

He never knew his father, and his mother was too busy sleeping in brothels to even recognize her own son.

He is white..

His grandmother single-handedly raised him since infancy but she resents him for 'ruining her daughter's life' with his existence.

His Boss was borderline sexually and physically harassing him.

He is white...

His dreams took a pause...or from how long the break is, maybe a total halt, and now, he has to provide for his sick grandmother. He was fully convinced that he could never become the certified chef he always wanted to be and would probably be stuck drawing dishes in his book for the rest of his life.

And he is white?

Yaa's life appears to be the opposite. She was in the process of obtaining her Master's degree, and her influencing career is skyrocketing.

She doesn't have an identity crisis.

Things fall into place for her. Doors open. Luck follows her-or at least, that's how it looks from the outside.

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