The early morning sun cast a pale light over the quiet streets as Des made his way to (no specific destination)His eyes were bloodshot, his skin pale, and his hair disheveled. The effects of a night of heavy drinking and emotional turmoil were evident on his face.
As he walked, Des's eyes scanned the ground, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Lucinda and the mess his life had become. He didn't notice the figure approaching him from the opposite direction until they collided.
"Whoa, watch where you're going, Des!" Ody exclaimed, her voice laced with amusement.
Des looked up, startled, and met Ody's gaze. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, but Des could see a hint of concern beneath the surface.
"Hey, Ody," Des muttered, rubbing his temples. His head was pounding, and the bright sunlight wasn't helping.
Ody's expression turned serious as she took in Des's disheveled appearance. "Des, what's going on? You look like you've been through a war."
Des snorted, feeling a wave of defensiveness wash over him. "Just rumors, Ody. Don't mind me."
But Ody wouldn't let it go. She reached out and grasped Des's arm, her eyes locked on his. "Des, I know something's wrong. You're my friend, and I can see the pain in your eyes. What's going on with you and Lucinda?"
Des felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at Ody. He knew he couldn't hide the truth from her, not when she was looking at him with such concern and compassion.
"It's just... everything, Ody," Des said, his voice cracking. "I messed up, and now Lucinda's gone. I don't know how to get her back."
Ody's expression softened, and she pulled Des into a warm hug. "Oh, Des, I'm so sorry. I had no idea things were that bad."
As Des hugged Ody back, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him. He was grateful for Ody's concern, for her willingness to listen and offer support. And he knew that with friends like Ody by his side, he might just be able to get through this difficult time after all
As Des poured out his heart to Ody, he revealed the deep-seated fear that had been holding him back from telling Lucinda the truth about his past. "I was afraid of losing her, Ody," Des admitted, his voice shaking with emotion. "I knew she wouldn't be able to handle it."
Ody's expression changed from concern to curiosity. "What is it, Des? What's so bad that you're afraid to tell Lucinda?"
Des took a deep breath before revealing the truth. "Chris and I... we were into some pretty bad stuff back in school. We were involved in some intimate affairs, and it was a really dark time in my life."
Ody's eyes widened in shock, and her face turned red with anger. "Des, how could you?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "How could you keep this from Lucinda? From me?"
Des tried to explain, but Ody wasn't having it. She cut him off, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Jesus Christ, Des! You did that? That thing? How could you be so reckless? So thoughtless
Ody's anger was palpable, and Des felt a stinging sensation as if he'd been slapped. He tried to apologize, to explain himself, but Ody wasn't listening.
"I need to go," she said abruptly, turning on her heel. "I'll talk to you later, Des. But right now, I need some space."
With that, Ody stormed off, leaving Des standing alone, feeling stunned and ashamed.
NO ONE IS WILLING TO HEAR HIM OUT
POORRR DES🥺🥺🥺🥺