Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usua
Nina The warm, golden hue of the vanity lights cast a soft glow over my reflection, emphasizing the gentle waves in my black hair and the understated smoky eye I had managed after three failed attempts. My fingers worked meticulously as I applied the final touch—a deep shade of maroon to my lips.
Nina The living room was alive with conversation and laughter, the walls echoing the joyous celebrations of the semester’s end. My friends, many of whom I had known since freshman year, were scattered around, some lounging on the plush couches, others congregated in animated discussions around the
Matt’s hand reached out, gripping the railing tighter. The mere mention of Tiffany’s name elicited a deep sadness, a shared grief in all of us. She had left a hole behind that could never be filled. I swallowed hard. “Then there’s Selena,” I continued, my long lost twin’s name feeling heavy on my
Enzo The ambient noise of the party surrounded me, conversations melding together into a soft hum. But as I held up my glass, ready to make my announcement, my mind started to wander to a time not too far back. I felt a lump forming in my throat, knowing how much this particular revelation would
“You’ve been distant lately,” Nina remarked, her fingers interlacing with mine, as if she was trying to physically pull me from my reverie. “It’s this coaching thing,” I admitted, my gaze fixed on the horizon. “On one hand, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But on the other…” My voice traile
The laughter and music from the party seemed distant now, a stark contrast to the piercing silence that followed Enzo’s announcement. I could feel the tension, the mix of shock and disbelief that clouded the room. “You’re… not coming back?” someone asked. Enzo shook his head. “Not to the team, n
Jessica, ever the practical one, asked, “But what about you, Nina? It’s one thing to be supportive, but what about your dreams, your ambitions? It’s not just Enzo’s journey.” I smiled, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions threatening to surface. “It’s okay, Jess. Enzo and I are in this togethe