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“It's been hard everywhere.”
    “Well, at least I can say it wasn't my decision that caused it all!” I shouted.
    “Oh! So now it's all my fault?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning back. “It had nothing to do with our families?”
    “Sure, it had something to do with our families, but you could have left with me. We would have made it just fine. You didn't have to go fuck that skank! You didn't have to choose your inheritance or college or any of that over me! You and only you made those choices.”
    “Fair enough, but what the hell did you expect of me? I was a damn kid!” he yelled. “Sorry, I couldn't be your knight in shining armor. Sorry, I couldn't be the hero that was fucking perfect! I don't know what happened to you while you were in the city, but the woman I knew didn't need a damn hero! She was perfectly content to do it for herself!”
    His words hit me hard and tears began to form in my eyes. Chase was right. We had been nothing more than two teenagers in love. So where did that leave us now? I didn't expect Chase to be perfect. I never had. I had just expected him to fight for us as hard as I had. Chase wasn't the only one who had changed for the worse. I had too.
    I sat back down and put my head in my hands. Tears brimmed over and fell onto my fingers. I had nothing else to say, because what could I say? Had I really spent the last six years being angry at him for not being Prince Charming? I’d always prided myself on being an independent woman, but was I only fooling myself? Had I became a jaded bitch, because I had given up too easily as well? I couldn't allow myself to believe that. I had begged him. I’d fought for him, for us. Had I done enough?
    For the first time I realized I might be just as guilty as Chase. When things got tough instead of fighting for us, I ran off. I let them win, just as much as he had. I heard Chase's chair move and thought he was getting up to leave the kitchen. My tears turned to sobs that shook my body. This was all too much to handle. I couldn't watch him walk away. Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather the courage to go after him.
    It startled me to feel Chase wrapping his arms around me. I allowed him to pull me to my feet and buried my face against his bare chest. His touch felt so familiar as if it was only yesterday since the summer after graduation. Flashes of our first time together danced through my mind and I had to push them away, but the memories wouldn't leave me be. We’d been so happy.
    Why the hell did people have to get in our way? We were two kids in love; who the hell were we hurting? Did the colors of our skin really matter that much? So much that our families would harass us day after day until they destroyed something so beautiful? Anger boiled in my stomach and I wanted to slap our parents. My father was dead now so I would never have the opportunity to ask him why the hell it was so important.
    I had a good idea of what he might say though.
    “Jetta, it's tradition,” he'd say, crossing his arms as if that were reason enough. “There's nothing stopping you from settling down with a good, hard working black man. Why do you think you're too good for a black man?”
    He'd said it to me while he was alive. Tradition. It was his answer for everything. I should’ve told him that slavery was a tradition at one time too, but the majority of Americans thought that it was one best left to the past. If he’d been in the room with me at that moment I would have laid into him good.
    I hate the feeling of being angry. It hurts so much and sucks the very life out of me. Anger makes my stomach hurt, my head spin, and my knees feel weak. I tried to think of anything besides how angry I was and my thoughts settled on the man who was still holding me.
    While his touch felt familiar, it also felt strange and hesitant as if he feared I would reject him. I wrapped my arms around him and clung tightly, even after the tears quit coming. I rested my