Rina Zante

The last piece of patience shredded off when I saw the time on my phone. I slapped the gadget on the bench—gasping when I realized myself.

Fortunately, however, damage hadn’t been done. The screen was good as new.

A frown squeezed my brows as another bout of realization struck. Why bother if the phone cracked or not? Why blow a sigh? Didn’t it all end today? In a few minutes?

I had an inward chuckle at my silliness, and looked straight ahead. All at once, nervousness descended on me, freezing up my hands and tickling my stomach. The darkening weather didn't help matters either.

As my nerves grew...