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Jobe took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Trent's concern was genuine, and he didn't want to burden his friend with his feelings, but he couldn't keep everything bottled up forever. "Thanks, Trent," Jobe managed to say, his voice shaky. "I just... I thought I was over her, you know? But seeing her with Gio... it's like ripping open an old wound."
Trent nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I get it, man. Love's a tricky thing. But hey, we're here to have a good time, right? Let's try to make the best of it. Besides, you've got all of us here, and we're not going to let you wallow in sadness."
As the days went by, Jobe threw himself into the group activities. Mornings were spent exploring the beautiful landscapes surrounding the villa, afternoons lounging by the pool, and evenings filled with laughter and games. Trent made it his mission to keep Jobe engaged, dragging him into every conversation and game, ensuring he wasn't left alone with his thoughts.
One evening, after a particularly intense game of charades, the group gathered around the fire pit. The air was cool, and the sky was a tapestry of stars. Jobe found himself sitting next to Imani, their first real interaction since their arrival.
"Hey," Jobe said softly, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "I feel like we haven't really talked since we got here. How have you been holding up?"
Imani hesitated, but the genuine concern in his voice made her open up. "I've been... okay. It's been a lot to take in, you know? But having Gio here has helped."
Jobe nodded, understanding her words. "I'm glad you've got him. I know things have been awkward between us, and I want you to know that I never meant to make things hard for you."
Imani reached out and squeezed his hand. "I appreciate that, Jobe. I really do. I never wanted to hurt you, either."
Jobe nodded, appreciating her honesty. "I know. It's just... complicated."
She gave him a sad smile. "Life usually is. But I hope we can still be friends."
"Me too," Jobe replied, and for the first time in days, he felt a glimmer of hope.
As the night wore on, Jobe found himself laughing and talking with the group, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. The pain was still there, but it was starting to dull, replaced by the warmth of friendship and new memories.
The following morning, Trent proposed a hike to a nearby waterfall. The group set off, the trail winding through lush forests and offering breathtaking views. Jobe found himself walking beside Bukayo, who had been relatively quiet during the trip.
"How are you holding up?" Bukayo asked, his voice calm and steady.
"Better," Jobe admitted. "I think this trip was what I needed."
Bukayo nodded. "Sometimes a change of scenery helps. And having good friends around doesn't hurt either."
As they reached the waterfall, the group was awestruck by the sheer beauty of the cascading water. They spent the afternoon swimming in the cool, clear pool and lounging on the sun-warmed rocks. Jobe felt a sense of peace settle over him, the constant ache in his chest finally beginning to ease.
Later, as they sat around the fire pit again, Trent pulled out a guitar and started strumming a tune. The others joined in, singing along and sharing stories. Jobe looked around at his friends, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. He still had a lot to work through, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he could see a path forward.
As the fire burned low and the night grew quiet, Jobe felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Trent smiling at him. "You're going to be okay, Jobe. I know it."
Jobe smiled back, a genuine smile this time. "Yeah, I think I will be. Thanks for being there for me, Trent."
"Always," Trent replied, and in that moment, Jobe knew he wasn't alone. No matter what happened with Imani or anyone else, he had friends who cared about him, and that made all the difference.
A/N: finally finished my exams and I can focus on this story againn.
