The Clock in Her Head
Gym
After setting her things at her apartment, Angela immediately went to her training session with Nina.
Noticing how aggressive her best friend was as she pushed herself past her limit, Nina stared at the other. She waited until their trainer ended their session before she asked, "What has gotten into you? You're like a bull today. Is something wrong?"
"Nothing."
Nina scoffed, "You seriously don't think I would just believe that, do you?"
Angela grabbed her bottle of protein drink and wiped the sweat off her face and arms. Her face was flushed and she panted while trying to catch her breath. She didn't want to tell Nina what was causing her bitter mood. But who was she kidding? She was like a machine, counting the hours since the last time she had heard from that person whose name she refused to think—and she failed every time.
Thirty hours and some minutes.
"Angela Kylie," called Nina.