MaxwellMy thoughts have been occupied with one object for many years now. Nothing can hinder the daydreams, and nothing can stop the nightmares that plague me on a daily basis. It feels as if I’m in the deepest depths of Hell, enduring indescribable agony, but I’ll endure whatever Hell brings my way to get what I want—what I need.It’s been over a year that I finally found what I was searching for. Over a year since I began watching Charlie Preston. After all this time, I still can’t confront her. As if her rejection is an option. Her acceptance of who I am…what I am, determines my survival and what I am isn’t easy to digest.Just the sound of her name makes my bloodless heart beat, and tricks my dead lungs into breathing. She’s all I can think about, and my willpower is fading fast. Even the thought of her soft, tan skin causes my hands to shake with the overwhelming need to touch her.Tonight is like any other night; I crouch in the shadows that gather around her house, becoming in
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