The next morning, I woke up with a sense of resolve that had been missing for weeks. My mind was clearer, and for the first time in days, I didn’t feel like I was drowning in regret. I had spent the night thinking about my mistakes, my lies, and the way I’d pushed my friends away. But that was in the past now. If I wanted to fix things, I needed to be bold, and I needed to be honest.
The first step was reaching out to the girls. I opened my phone and stared at the group chat that had once been full of jokes and plans, now completely silent. My fingers hovered over the screen, the words feeling like they weighed a ton, but I knew they had to be said.
Hey, girls. I know I’ve messed up. I’ve hurt you, and I can’t undo that, but I want to make things right. I’m hosting a gathering this weeke
