“ i believe 𝙜𝙤𝙙 has a reason for everything in our lives. ”
matt knows very
well what it is to
talk about it. believe
that god has
reasons for things
that happen,
especially for
sufferings and
even losses.
“ these things you talk about.
are they your past? ”
“i often find myself reminiscing
on things that shouldn’t plague
my thoughts anymore,”
he sighs, taking his own
sip. memories, regrets.
they are all a reminder.
“i do not wish for these thoughts,
though, i believe god has a reason
for giving me them.”
“ rough night and rough life, i couldn’t be feeling worse. ”
he laughs, crossing
his legs and taking
a sip on the beer.
that’s the first one
he’s drinking, but it
won’t be the last,
certainly.
“ what about you? your voice tells me this isn’t your first beer of the night. ”
seems they have a
*few things in common.
“danke,” he catches it with
his tail, and then uses the
spade to pop the cap off.
“rough night, or rough life,
mein freund?”
his accent lays thick against
his tongue, perhaps he’s had
a few drinks on his own.