Swirling his liquor in his glass, Oden stared unseeingly outside at the Irish pub, the familiar view not even registering in his saturated mind. There was movement around him, waitresses hustling around serving drinks to the regulars, but thankfully his morose mood must have conveyed the message that he wanted to be alone.
All he could think of was Ash’s resistance against his ultimatum, the adversity causing his chest to burn with acridity. His jaw felt slackened with the alcohol, the numbness he desperately required settling in as he poured himself another long shot. Raw.
For once, he would welcome the oblivion.
Having his heart so brutally crushed was a redefining moment causing him to reassess himself. Where had he gone so wrong to have failed not only his wife but himself?
Obv
