Secrets

The sun was just starting to set on the West and it was a beautiful sight to behold. Its golden rays spread like a large star shinning at the end of the horizon. Even the cars hurried down the road as everyone tried to get home in time for dinner.

It's been two long - hectic and boring - weeks and Damien had been busier than usual. Having to make up for the time he spent in the villa, his schedule was beyond tight.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, before his television with a bottle of diet soda in his hand, he kept sighing. This was his life: lonely, boring, and pathetic. No one needed to tell him how sad and empty his life was.

For two hours, Damien sat before the television set, barely watching a thing as he was lost in the whirlpool of his secrets.

Maybe he should start letting them out, he thought and hissed at the idea. Secrets were meant to be personal and private.

"But, she's a secret I can't keep forever." He muttered, placing the bottle on the table he picked his ke