Sixty one: Coward

Seth

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"Two more to go!" Jerome announced. 

Letting out a loud groan, I pulled my chest forward, did the last two push-ups. What a relief. I was finally done working out for the evening. It had felt like it wouldn't ever end. 

"Thank God," I said amidst hard breath. 

"Good job." Jerome and I hit our fists against each other, and he gave me a bottle of water. 

"Thanks," I appreciated. I gulped down the whole content in the bottle, then we made our way out of my home gym. 

When we got to the kitchen, he took his backpack from the counter, began arranging his gym clothes into the bag. I took my phone from the counter too, went through my messages. Seeing a text from Dad's doctor, I felt something heavy dropping against my chest.

I tugge