The feeling of a broken heart is like a glass slowly shattering into tiny pieces. That feeling of getting stabbed in the heart like a million times. But, Darson is trying to keep it together. He doesn't want his family to know about what happened. He wants them to think that everything is fine, even though his hurting inside.
Ever since his conversation with Amara, he's been bottling up his feelings. Trying to be brave, and understanding. He knew that Amara didn't mean to hurt him. She's just thinking about Arman's future. She loves the kid, and she would do everything for him. He knows that, that's why he understand.
"Darson, what's up?" Jack, Darson's best friend found him at the club, drinking alone.
"Hey, Jack. How are you?" Darson responded.
"I'm doing great, man. You?"
"Same, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question. What are you doing here, drinking all by your lonesome?"
Darson smiled, but he didn't respond
