Amy
Thirty-four days.
For the first time since the countdown began, the number didn't just feel real.
It felt close.
Too close.
Graduation had always existed in the future.
A distant finish line.
A someday.
Now it felt like a train moving directly toward me.
Fast.
Unstoppable.
And somehow...
I wasn't sure I was ready.
Tuesday dragged.
Not because anything went wrong.
Because everything felt heavy.
The kind of day where your thoughts seemed louder than normal.
The kind of day where every decision suddenly felt important.
By lunch, I found myself staring out the breakroom window.
Coffee forgotten.
Thoughts wandering.
Again.
"Okay."
Jordan dropped into the chair across from me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Lie."
I sighed.
"How do you know?"
"Because you've been sta
