he happens to be black;;
Her aura oozed sadness like her lips oozed blood. Her own sad aura blended with those of the like; as they say - misery loves its company. The happy shouts and laughs of others cut through her fog like searing hot knife intent on branding her heart with jealously forever. And the sound of her name being called wrapped itself around her neck and squeezed the life out of her until she could barley utter a cry for help. But nobody would save her. And the one person that could abandoned her. So now she sits, with a puppy dog pout, mourning the world that she will one day inevitably be apart of.