The Weight of a Look
But inside my chest, right now, it doesn’t feel like a safe harbor. It feels like a shipwreck. kenzie love pov
Instead, I stand up. I splash cold water on my face. I look at my reflection—messy bun, mascara slightly smudged, a small silver necklace with a crescent moon that E gave me for my birthday. I touch the charm. It’s warm from my skin. The Weight of a Look But inside my
My name is Kenzie Love, and I have spent my entire life trying to live up to my surname. mascara slightly smudged
