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where a boy gets closer to a girl that was added in a groupchat full of influencers.
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xxiii. confronting ❝ i need space, ❞
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freaking out the neighborhood • mac demarco ❝ really, i'm fine never been better ❞
NIKI STIRRED THE POT ABSENTMINDEDLY, his grip on the wooden spoon tightening with every passing second. the bubbling broth was the only sound in the kitchen, yet his thoughts were deafening.
from the living room, sora sat curled under a blanket, her frame small, like she was trying to disappear into the fabric.
she hadn't spoken much since she had calmed down, only nodding subtly when he told her to rest while he made something warm for her.
but niki's heart was anything but calm.
he wasn't stupid—he knew fear when he saw it. he didn't have to understand every detail to know that whatever nicholas had done to her, it was more than just words on a screen. more than just bad memories. it was something that haunted her, something that made her flinch when he got too close, something that made her break down as if she was still trapped in it.
and what tore him apart the most was that he had no idea how to fix it.
sora had shown him the messages before—evidence of nicholas' manipulation, the way he twisted everything to make her feel small, powerless. niki had read through them, his fists clenching, his stomach twisting with anger, but reading something and seeing its effect in real time were two completely different things.
he glanced over at her again.
she was staring blankly at her phone screen, but he could tell she wasn't really looking at it. her fingers barely moved, and the way she held it made his chest tighten.
niki exhaled sadly.
he wasn't enough.
he wasn't enough to make her feel safe, not when the ghost of nicholas was still breathing down her neck, even from a distance.
and that killed him.
because what good was he if he couldn't protect her? if he couldn't take that fear out of her eyes? if all he could do was make soup while she sat there, drowning in memories of someone who had already taken so much from her?
the thought made him grip the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.
he had to do something.
anything.
because there was no way in hell he was going to sit back and let her keep living in fear.
