J. West
J. is 32 years old.
J. is located in Jakarta at Pondok Indah, 2.
J. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: The Great Heist |
| Points: 990 |
| Days Active: 2000 days |
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Undoing
He sat on the edge of the unfamiliar couch, hands trembling slightly as he stared at the walls of the small, dimly lit apartment in NY. The muffled noise of the city seeped through the thin windows—honking cars, distant conversations, the clatter of a world moving forward, without him.
It was all so wrong.
He had left for BA thinking it would be nothing but a break from the monotony. A surf trip, a quick escape to clear his head. A chance to forget about the upcoming games, the people he barely saw, and the mounting pressure of expectations. He didn’t expect to come back with a changed perspective, but he also didn’t expect… well, this.
The knot in his stomach tightened again as the images flashed through his mind. The calls he missed. The texts he ignored. How could he have known that a single night of careless decisions would set everything into motion? How could a single moment spiral so quickly into a disaster?
One minute, he was enjoying the waves, and the other he was met by the only person he tried to avoid. He had been too naive to think, too swept up in the carefree buzz of the place. Maybe that was the moment everything started to fall apart.
How had he managed to mess it up in 24 hours? He still couldn’t piece it together.
Now, here he was, in a stranger’s apartment in New York, miles away from his life he grew to adore, with nothing but the broken shards of what had been a promising future. He could almost hear Caleb’s voice back home.
"You don’t need a vacation, you need to get your life together."
But Jason hadn’t listened. He never did. Now, the weight of his own stupidity was heavier than ever.
The city outside buzzed on. The world kept turning, indifferent to his mess. He leaned back into the couch, his chest tight, throat dry. If he didn’t fix this, he was going to lose everything.
Posted 2/9/2025, 9:00 PM
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