He received an hour with me from a silly guess.

We had been a number of pictures of whiskey and two pints of Guinness in when Devin advised we play his recreation.

That hour was the subsequent morning.

Then all hell broke unfastened.

I ransacked his pockets to seek out his identification card.

Our bliss disappeared into anger, hate, and accusations.

When he rejected me in that room, he did not simply go away me with a pounding headache and regret.

He left me with a perpetually reminder of that evening—the combination of two enemy bloods.

And now nobody can ever know…together with him.