Short Stories

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He grabbed a hold of me. I embraced into his arms, and he caught me. His hazel eyes hypnotized my brown eyes. He wanted me to be his woman. I wanted him to be my man. He crest my face, and I can feel it. Deep down in my bones, I knew he was mine.
I kept pitching myself to see if I was dreaming. He was sitting right next to me. He was looking at me. His hand lay softly across my lower back. I can feel it!. I summed it up of how much he loved me. With the twinkles in his pretty hazel nut eyes, I was at his command. His warm thin lips planted across my neck. He claimed me and made me his girl.
He held me close. He never wanted to let me go. He made me feel like I'm lying in a bed full of pillowed feathers. Then he kissed me. On my lips. His tongue wrapped around mines. It was better for us to stay together. We were locked in love. It was better for us this way; because the world is getting so dark. That moment in our kiss brought us together. That moment in our kiss made us realize how much we love each other.
People hated the fact that we are in love. They tried to separate us. They tried to break up our love for one another. Could it be a race thing? Could it be of their own immaturity? He saw the tears rolling slowly down my face. He softly removed them from my cheeks before it could fall to it's death. He hated to see what the pain has done to me. He was angry at them for trying to break up our love.
He kissed me; and that was enough to melt my heart. He crest my chin; that sends a sexy message throughout the rest of my body. I love the way he does that. It made me so weak and falling in love with him all over again.
"I won't let them near you," he whispered to me as he rubbed his thick sexy masculine fingers through my hair, "I will protect you. Because I love you."
Around 2 in the morning; I could not sleep. I felt something was wrong. Something sharp just hit my chest. The man I love was suppose to return to take me somewhere. Some place where he and I can be alone. Where he and I can live forever. Where he and I can become man and wife. But they took him. They took my love away from me. They took his life. Two shots echoed all through the city. But the third shot killed him instantly. He's dead! He's gone! My mother spent all night trying to give me some relief. But even her unstoppable motherly love could not ease the pain. Now, I feel angry and bitter. Because those racist jerks took the man I love. This is not a black or white thing! It's a love for each other thing!

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