Nerves

326 Days

You wiped your mouth, flushing the toilet. Amanda, who'd heard you retching, came in, concerned, followed by Bruna.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked, rubbing your back. "Is it ..."

That was always the fear. That the dread enemy was rising. That your time was near its end. But it wasn't, at least not quite yet. This was driven by nerves, not disease. Tomorrow was the day. The big day. The day you'd watch your ex get married to her transgendered wife. The day that was a meaningful jump forward in your dream. The day you'd craved and feared all at once. And you'd be there, the maid of honor.