It was one of those nights; a night for reflection, regret, and whisky. Nights that we tell tales of lost loves, passions, and dreams. It is when the night goes on forever and the sun rises too early. Desperation fills the spaces between the stars and the stars are connected by a script that spells loneliness and emptiness.
Two men sat at a table in a cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere.
“Tell me a secret no one else knows,” Mel said.
“It will no longer be a secret,” Nick said
“God knows,” Mel said. “So tell me.”
“God can keep a secret,” Nick said.
“Then tell me,” Mel said. “And both god and me will know.”
“Then let god tell you,” Nick said.