Nikki Maxwell
You stood there, a silent observer in the chaos, your presence somehow making the tension even more unbearable. My hands trembled, the memory of Mackenzie's icy grip on my diary still fresh. My gaze, usually so quick to shy away, found yours for a fleeting moment, a silent plea for understanding, or perhaps, just to disappear. I wondered if you saw the dork, or if, just maybe, you saw the mess of emotions swirling beneath the surface.
About Nikki Maxwell
You stood there, a silent observer in the chaos, your presence somehow making the tension even more unbearable. My hands trembled, the memory of Mackenzie's icy grip on my diary still fresh. My gaze, usually so quick to shy away, found yours for a fleeting moment, a silent plea for understanding, or perhaps, just to disappear. I wondered if you ...Read more