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Positive

Kimberly Bingheim

    The moment the door shut it seemed like the world was moving at a different speed. Time started to lag and his heart began to beat quickly. He looked at the light pouring out from under the door and wondered to himself when the question would finally be answered. Maybe he wasn’t even ready to hear the answer.
    He started to think of the different ways this situation could play out. He paced the hallway outside the door, slow at first and then faster. With the back of his hand he wiped away the beads of sweat that slowly rolled down his forehead. His breathing became rapid and he felt like he may hyperventilate. Deep breath in, deep breath out, he had to tell himself.
    He peered over at the light under the door. He stopped for a moment and just stared at it. The fear of the situation was coursing through his whole body. He tried to control the overwhelming fear but it was irrepressible.
    He suddenly noticed her shadow moving in the light. The handle of the door began to jiggle and then it slowly started to turn. This is it, he thought to himself and his hands began to shake.
    When the door opened her eyes looked red and glassy. A single tear fell down her cheek, which she slowly wiped away with the sleeve of her black cardigan.
    “Well,” he quivered.
    She started to speak but the words were hard to form.
    He moved towards her wrapped his arms around her slender body. He then began slowly stroking herlong blonde hair. At this moment she buried her face deep in his shoulder and began to sob. He noticed it lying on the counter next to the sink. He knew from her reaction exactly what the double blue lines meant.
    “It’ll be alright,” he whispered in her ear.
    He took her cheeks in his hands and stared deep into her hazel eyes. They were red and flooded with tears. Her nose was as red as her eyes and continuously running. She sniffled repeatedly, desperate for it to stop. Despite all of this she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known. He tried to wipe her tears away, but new ones formed just as quickly as the others left.
    It was hard for him to see her like this and he felt it was his fault. Her fear and anxiety became so over powering it felt like the room would be engulfed in it. It took every ounce of his being to be strong for her. He had to be her rock.
    A lock of blonde hair fell over her eye. Immediately he brushed her hair back behind her ear. Her eyes were fixated on his strong hands as he moved it away from her face.
    “I love you,” he told her and in that moment he began to cry.

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