While driving back home, I sent Luther a message not to go to my apartment tonight because my friends would be coming over. I needed to talk with them about everything that had been going on with my life now. I wanted to hear their advice and probably a good lecturing after giving some false hope to Howard. I knew it was wrong but my mind was too messed up, well, everything was.
It didn’t take a long time before they all came. I was already drinking wine in the living room when Brent and Hazel arrived. While Brent was busy checking up on the snacks I bought for them in the supermarket, Hazel was looking at me worriedly especially when she noticed my hands were terribly shaking. The two were scolding Brent for being insensitive and more concerned with the food than me when Monique showed
