Cassie & Matt
Cassie’s steps were heavy. She remembered Matt’s face, the way his arms embraced her. All that youth, just twenty-one. And he was no more. Because he had met her.
Why did he meet me? Why did we have to fall in love?
She had seen his death before her even though she hadn’t witnessed it. The violence her brothers bestowed upon him for being a black man who dared to fall in love with their white sister.
She looked at the sign as she stopped. It symbolised her life, she felt. At a dead end now. She stepped towards the edge.
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