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
The sight of Matt and Enzo embracing warmed my heart. Their friendship was one of those rock-solid connections, deep and unwavering. They were more like brothers than mere friends. Standing a little way off, I took a moment to appreciate the bond they shared, and the beauty of such relationships.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, forcing a smile and gently extricating myself from Enzo’s arms. “Don’t miss me too much.” Enzo smirked. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of red from the alcohol he had been drinking, and his eyes had that look in them that screamed that he wanted me again. “Oh, I