STAN
Lately, my judgment seems clouded by a string of poor choices. From that initial agreement with Rave on that fateful evening to my subsequent decisions as he began to shadow my every move, culminating in my choice to attend his friend's gathering—it’s clear my choices have been less than stellar. Yet, the worst of my mistakes, the one that truly stands out, is allowing myself to develop feelings for someone who has proven to be nothing short of a nuisance.
Even before discovering his affection for Met, I knew Rave and I were a collision of incompatible forces. Our differences were too vast, too glaring to ignore. What compounds my frustration is my growing uncertainty about my ability to sever ties with him. His relentless pursuit, almost like a maniacal obsession, makes it even har
