Watching him fly across the dance flor, his boyfriend's arms surrounding his petite statue lovingly and with such gentleness, as if he was afraid that he would crush the soft boy, was hard.
It was as hard as the girl's non-existing di-
The different colors of the lights lid his face up, but they couldn't overcome the bright smile that was plastered on his plump, rosé shaded lips.
The pale boy's angelic brown curls bounced with each step he took and every now and then, his big chocolate-like eyes would reflect the shining of the disco ball hanging off the sealing.
She couldn't decide if it was the right or wrong decision, attending to prom in a dress that showed way too much flesh for her liking and having her long hair tucked into a simple braid, giving the dark skinned girl nothing to hide her face behind, while her eyes followed each and every movement of the innocent living being, that she adored since the first time her gaze landed on its fragile frame.
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Hard like my non-existing di-
Teen FictionAnd it hurt, knowing that you'd never love me. Because I was ugly, I was fat, I wasn't white. And it hurt, knowing that you wouldn't ever be able to love me. Because I was a girl and you were gay. - A story in which a brown girl develops an eating...
