too bad falling in love probably doesn't count as a challenge...
Unless you guys break up after argument about how she ruined your grades and then you find out she's actually pregnant with your child but killed it out of anger and grief so then you tried to get her back but the shadow of the unborn babe looms over both of you. As your relationship deteriorates your psyche too enters a downward spiral, symbolised by recurring unnatural phenomena such as an earthquake, a lightning snowstorm, and the discovery of your dog rotting in the front yard. Fear that you will once again hurt her and gripping guilt from your previous transgression drive you to paralysis and you watch helplessly as your dreams, both professional and personal, shatter to pieces. Your propensity to help others and to suffer guilt when you cannot becomes the very catalyst of your downfall, made apparent from the climax of the story when you, desperate for escape, run away from her after an argument only to turn and see her tumble down the stairs as she chases after you... and dies from this second, unanticipated miscarriage. The shock is irreconcilable for you as you struggle to understand the nihilistic nature of the human condition, for even these last moments you cannot let go of the idealism instilled in you from your childhood. You turn on the gas and lay down next to her yet-warm body; holding her hands you close your eyes as consciousness slips away. Your last thought is of a moment before your fight--a few months ago yet infinitely far away--when you watched the sunlight caught in her hair as you both awoke one lazy Sunday morning. Then--blackness.
I have to stop reading MCAT lit passages
