this morning #556.

this morning, enough of her voice had been muffled by the sound of the train screeching into the station that she was forced to repeat herself. confusion was not an option. changing her mind wasn’t either, so she chose her words carefully. tonight, she was going back to her place. he was going back to his. it was now tuesday morning & though this first date had passed the hundred-hour mark, it had to come to a close at some point. that point was now, after she saw him sneer at an interracial couple in the station. how’d she not noticed it before? the comments about hip hop & basketball & the recently-completed trial. turns out the dude she’d spent the last four days with was a racist.