Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

JOSH PRESENT DAY

It's been a year. One whole year since I left the city where everything fell apart. Since I packed up Asha, said my goodbyes, and tried to piece together a life that didn't revolve around waiting for a miracle.

Now, I'm here, running out onto the field under the bright Texas sun, the roar of the Dallas fans echoing through the stadium. This is my life now-football, Asha, and the focus it takes to keep everything else at bay.

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Across the field, I catch a glimpse of Luke as his team takes their positions. Defense. Of course.

We haven't spoken much. The last time was after the playoffs a few months back when his calls finally stopped coming. Jess still calls, though. Checks in on me and Asha like clockwork. I think she knows I need the tether even if I'll never admit it. But she also knows better than to bring up Laura. That's the unspoken rule. Never mention her.

The monthly updates still come. They've been piling up in my inbox for months, each subject line the same clinical phrasing. "Patient Update - Laura H." The last few emails remain unopened, sitting like lead weights in my mailbox. I can't take another one telling me there's been no change. Or worse-less brain activity, more decline. "Have hope," they say. "Miracles happen."

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I've stopped reading them because I've made my peace, Laura Isn't coming back, For me, she left a long time ago.

the doctors. But I'm not.

becoming less and less of the vibrant woman I fell in love with. It's not my job to convince

waiting, keep hoping for something that I know deep down isn't going to happen. But it's not his wife in that bed. It's mine. It's my life that broke apart when the accident happened. And I had to make a choice-for

the field, ready to face Luke and his

crowd's cheers mix with the adrenaline pounding in my ears. My body knows this rhythm, this grind. It's where I can lose myself, where I can forget for a while. Every so often, I catch a glimpse of Luke out of the corner of my eye. He's playing like a man possessed, his hits harder than they need to be, his focus razor sharp. I know what he's doing-trying to prove a point, trying

But a win is a

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the sidelines. I make a beeline for the locker room, weaving through the crowd before Luke can find me. I know he'll try. He'll want to talk, to intervene, to stage

fucking

and jersey, letting the cold metal of the bench seep into

it

I know they had their fair share of shit from the start and if I ave o adit that they are stronger and I'm taking the cowards way out then I will... because I fucking am.

I haven't.

And I won't.

Not today.

As soon as she sees me, her