Enzo The night air was slightly chilly as I stepped outside, a welcome reprieve after the stuffiness of the bedroom. As I made my way toward the sprawling gardens that lined the surrounding area, Nina’s words echoed in my mind. “This is not your burden to bear,” she had said. “You don’t h

Nina The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. I blinked my eyes open, feeling the familiar weight of Enzo’s arms wrapped around me. His breath was slow and steady against the back of my neck, a comforting presence that never failed to soothe me.

Nina As Tyler and I sat in the kitchen indulging in some ice cream and swapping horrible ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend stories, I finally caught sight of my mother for the first time all day. Her hair was a bit frazzled as she carried a box in her arms, and I could tell just from looking at her t

Enzo I paced back and forth in our bedroom, my thoughts a jumbled mess. The weight of the phone in my hand felt heavier with each passing moment. I had rehearsed the conversation with Tim a dozen times in my head, but every version seemed inadequate. “What do you want, Enzo?” I muttered to mysel

Nina “Nina,” my mother said, approaching me just as I was beginning to ascent the stairs to my room, “don’t forget you’re going to need a gown for the gala.” I frowned and stopped on the stairs. “Couldn’t I just wear the one that I wore to the last party?” My mother chuckled, linking her arm w