Theodora

Theodora

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She looked up to the sky and saw a face smiling down at her, the moon the mouth, and the stars the winking eyes. The air was filled with the crisp scent of petroleum and musty grass, and she could remember his words . She could hear his whispers as he prayed his prayer to another in the sheets, another occupied his dreams. He would idolize her words and make a better home in her curves, the crook of her neck and the space between her thighs than the one he made in hers. She felt the sky cracking and the ground beneath her feet no longer seemed sturdy. This is an earth quake, she thought, I'll just lay here and collapse with everything around me, I'll turn to dust. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Theodora ideji is jaded. And after finding out that the boyfriend she had been going out with for over a year had cheated on her it's not wonder why. So after months of moping and pining after him she decides that enough is enough. She decides to find someone better than him someone who thinks she is worth keeping. This might not be such a challenge if she wasn't a dark skinned black girl living in the 1957. Yea definitely wouldn't be much of a challenge.
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I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

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