As the days pass, I wait anxiously for the university’s decision. Each morning, the anticipation gnaws at me, a constant undercurrent to my daily routine. The sun rises and sets, casting its golden glow over the neighborhood, but the days blur together in a haze of nervous excitement and uncertainty. The air is filled with the sounds of life going on around me—children playing, neighbors chatting, the distant hum of cars passing by—but my mind is consumed by the what-ifs and possibilities.
Drew continues to be a source of unwavering support, his strength and resilience inspiring me. He texts me regularly, his messages a lifeline that keeps me grounded. "Hang in there, Kyle. You’ve got this." Each word is a reminder of his belief in me, a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions. We spend
