It's quarter past one, the earliest hours of New Years Day, and Nora Wilton is spending it pacing the expanse of a hospital waiting room as her father is rushed into surgery after an accident. Hair a mess, teary eyes and a poofy teal blue dress, Nora knew that the outcome of this night would change everything. Just no...
There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-
[A Featured Wattpad Story // highest ranking: #8] He fell for her too soon. She fell for him too late. - Whereas you will only find their love through words only, for actions aren't told.