Nina Enzo turned the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life. My fingers nervously tapped against the edge of my seat, as though that would somehow repair my frayed nerves. “Do you want to go in alone, or do you want me to come with you?” Enzo asked, his voice light and gentle, which I s
Nina The three minutes that we had to wait for the test results felt like an eternity, each second somehow stretching longer than the last one. The air in the bathroom seemed to grow heavier with the weight of my thoughts as my mind whirled with possibilities. This tiny stick on the bathroom cou
Nina The brightly lit mall, covered in colorful banners and flashy storefronts, was a stark change from the gentle green and blue hues of Mountainview. It wasn’t a regular occurrence for us to come to the mall, but when we did, it was always fun. I always loved browsing the sale racks, trying on
Nina The air was thick with laughter and clinking glasses, everyone ecstatic over the end of another grueling semester. Lori, Jessica, and a handful of others from our pre-med program had gathered in my living room to celebrate our triumphs, academic and otherwise. The room was a vibrant mixture
Enzo The air in the gym was thick with the stench of sweat. The fluorescent lights beamed down from the ceiling, casting a whitish hue over the various machines and free weights that occupied the room. The soundtrack for that day was the usual mix of grunts and sparse conversations, the clatter of
“Either way,” Matt said, taking another sip from his water bottle. “It sounds like you’re in the middle of some serious soul-searching. Just don’t go ripping your muscles apart in the process, okay?” I chuckled, standing up and gripping the barbell once again.”No promises.” … I was wiping down
Nina “Could you pass the salt?” Enzo’s voice snapped me back to reality, pulling me out of the deep train of thought that I had been stuck in; constant questions of what-if, anxiety, maybe even a little fear. “Sure,” I said, handing him the salt shaker from across the counter. Our hands brus
Nina The moment the nausea hit me, I knew something was off. It wasn’t just a twinge of discomfort, either. It was a mad dash to the bathroom to keep myself from making a mess all over the entire house. When I finally leaned over the toilet, emptying whatever remnants were in my stomach, I felt