OLIVIA
Sitting by Ely's bedside, my heart ached with regret and sorrow. Ely’s parents left me alone and they bought some food. Glistening teardrops cascaded down my cheeks, mirroring the profound anguish that enveloped my being as I beheld his battered form, marred by bruises and wounds. The burden of responsibility weighed heavily upon my conscience, as I acknowledged that this very moment had arisen from the depths of my own selfishness. My emotions, clouding my discernment, had impelled me to repel him, unknowingly depriving him of the comfort he needs.
How had I allowed myself to be ensnared in such delusion? Ely had been unequivocal since the beginning, articulating that our bond transcended the realm of romance, relegating us to the status of mere friends with "benefits." Just a f
