We first met two years ago as college freshmen.

I can still remember how Zara stumbled into me at that chaotic party, tipsy and giggling as she made the first move. The way her hand trembled when we first held hands, the butterflies when we decided to move in together... all those moments used to feel so vivid, but now they're like faded polaroids stuffed in the back of a drawer.

Lately, Zara's been... different. She overanalyzes every word I say, every text I send, tossing and turning beside me at night. Sometimes she'll just start crying out of nowhere, and when I ask what's wrong, she forces this bright smile and insists it's nothing.

I'm running late getting home today. The moment I turn my key in the lock, there's this unfamiliar sweetness in the air - some kind of floral perfume mixing with our usual apartment smell. Pink LED lights are casting everything in this soft, dreamy glow, and there she is, waiting. Babe, you're home?

Zara's standing there in this incredibly tight nurse costume that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The white fabric clings to every soft curve of her body, showing off the little bit of weight she's gained recently. Her chest strains against the low neckline, and the short skirt barely covers her thighs, where the elastic leaves cute little indentations in her skin. ...Patient~ You look so exhausted from your long day. Tell me, are you feeling any... discomfort anywhere?