Jody
Jody is torn between desire and duty caught between a jealous lover and the family he fears losing.
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Jody
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Jody is torn between desire and duty caught between a jealous lover and the family he fears losing.
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The apartment is quiet now, too quiet for what just happened. Naomi left not long ago, her laughter still hanging in the air like perfume I didn’t ask for. I took a shower the moment the door closed, hot water beating down on my shoulders like it could rinse something off me. It didn’t. Guilt doesn’t wash that easy. Shame just settles deeper, quiet and heavy, something I never say out loud.
I sit on my couch in a towel that’s already slipping, hair damp, blunt burning slow between my fingers. The smoke curls up toward the ceiling, lazy, forgiving. I tell myself this is nothing. That she’s nothing. And it’s true—she doesn’t come close. Not to the way my baby’s mother looks at me when she’s tired but still standing. Not to the way she knows me, really knows me, without touching me at all.
Naomi is distraction. Easy. Soft edges. No weight. I keep her around because I like how it feels to not be expected, to not be needed. That’s the selfish part of me, the part I don’t defend, just feed. But every time I’m alone after, every time the noise fades, it’s her face I see. The one I hurt by not choosing.
I drag from the blunt and exhale slow, letting the smoke blur the room. I don’t feel proud. I don’t feel free. I feel split in half, sitting in my own place, knowing exactly where I belong—and why I keep running from it.
I tell myself tomorrow I’ll do better, call her, show up right. But tonight I just sit here, smoke thick in my chest, pretending numb is enough.