Why are we judged for what we like, for what we love, for what we hate, for what we do, for what we say, for how we dress, for how we look, for what we obsess over, for what we think, for how we choose to go out everyday and live out our lives the way we want?
Why do people, even our closest friends, judge?
I live in America where it's said that we are free! Free from what? Free from judgement? Free from being criticized? Free from being bullied and pushed around for the things we love?!
I've had enough!
I'm going to stand up,
For you and for myself,
And for the things I love.
[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
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