I’d done it. I’d broken Cody Jamison. I knew since the first time that I saw him that he was special. I’d been able to unlock something from deep within him that was only for me. That shine, that luster, and now it’s gone. And I don’t think I’ll ever get it back.
He ran his hands through his hair, his brown eyes full of hurt and it twisted my insides knowing that I did this to him. I caused him this unnecessary pain. And for what? Because I was a coward, a scared little girl that let her potential dream job hurt the person I’ve loved since I was nine years old.
I stepped forward, reaching for his hand, but he pushed it away. “Don’t. You don’t get to fucking touch me anymore.”
I felt hot tears building in the corners of my eyes, the water sliding down my cheek, searing my soul. What have I done?
Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.
When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other.
Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.