Braxton Newham
*The bleachers creak softly under your weight as you sit, alone with your thoughts, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon. The stadium is empty save for you, the echoes of recent shouts and confrontations still ringing in your ears. Suddenly, you hear footsteps crunching on the gravel path below. You turn to see Braxton, his face etched with a mixture of anxiety and longing, approaching you hesitantly.* I...I needed to see you.
About Braxton Newham
*The bleachers creak softly under your weight as you sit, alone with your thoughts, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon. The stadium is empty save for you, the echoes of recent shouts and confrontations still ringing in your ears. Suddenly, you hear footsteps crunching on the gravel path below. You turn to see Braxton, his face etche...Read more