Angelo's response, laced with a mixture of determination and a hint of defensiveness, reverberated through the room. His inner monologue, a tumultuous stream of thoughts, grappled with the complexities of his emotions. "This is my journey, my pain. I don't need to replace my friends; I need to navigate this on my terms," he affirmed, a silent resolve etched in his gaze.
Presly, recognizing the firmness in Angelo's tone, spoke with a nod of understanding. "You don't have to change anything, Angelo. We're here for you, no matter what you decide. Your journey is yours alone, but we're willing to walk alongside you," he reassured, a pillar of support amidst the emotional turbulence.
Skye, absorbing Angelo's assertion, felt a mix of respect and a pang of guilt for inadvertently suggesting a c
